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

indra scoured the grey woman's features for any semblance of wickedness -- even a drop of malignant motives was enough for her to feel vindicated in the mistrust she placed in this redleaf-not-redleaf female. yet as much as she scryed, as much as she panned along the silvery muzzle and soft eyes of her companion, she could find no harmful impulse within.

she rounded her shoulders, but the tension was still there. "it's just -- you're not supposed to tell strangers where you live." she admitted, feeling the tightness of her body roil down her spine. "someone told me once i shouldn't tell people that kind of stuff, and i didn't listen -- i should have listened." her ears seemed to fall back and for a moment the redleaf looked deflated before a newfound fire stirred in her gaze. "you're a stranger, just like everyone else. you could have bad intentions."