Bearclaw Valley seal the clouds with grey lining

indra realized she had forgotten the lavender. she stirred from her brief supine position and sauntered towards the spot where the plants had been dropped, one ear canted behind her all the while. her head dipped in a nod of acknowledgement as laurel mused on the meaning of the gift -- she agreed, it was strange.

she dropped the bundle of lavender on the ground, not so far from the spot laurel often nursed her children. she was glad to be rid of the plant, for it left a sour taste in her mouth. she thumbed the roof of her mouth with her tongue and considered what laurel had just said -- she could not help but bitterly reply: "a caring aunt isn't a substitute for a father." she mused with a frown, her gaze falling on the three lives she loved with a fierce love she had never known. "has he tried?