Phoenix Maplewood dancing to the beat of a midnight raga

indra felt a weight lift from her as she admitted her purpose: while phoenix maplewood held great significance to her, she recognized it held greater significance to aditya -- she had no claim or provenance over it, and would have never attempted to sully his motives by claiming it her own anyway.

it was liberating to let loose the past -- her expression unfurled from worry to blank, and she looked upon him with a vague sense of  smile. "no, just a friend." she admitted -- it was not meant as a lie, but the truth was too complicated and would expend a mere acquaintence's patience. "and it's okay, i think we keep to ourselves mostly. it's better that way... less surprises. so, will you be calling yourselves the maplewood, or something else?"