Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

ooo!!!! that's awesome

the manner in which wraen approached was poised, careful - indra studied the fall of her steps with her own deliberation, measuring each stride for any sign of change or trickery. none came -- instead, the friendly wave of a tail and a warm smile -- indra's defensiveness fell away and she offered her own muted smile in return.

the mountains weren't well known to indra -- not the way the valley was -- so she looked past wraen to the distant towering figures. "i'm indra redleaf. from the valley. i needed a walk."