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

it seemed everyone in the world had a different experience than indra. perhaps a bit jaded, or a bit bitterly, indra reflected on that -- wraen's logic made perfect sense for wraen, but indra could not shake her defensiveness so easily.

she tried to roll her shoulders, to smile warmly and convincingly -- but everything felt a little hollow. even wraen's words had a ring to it that echoed, and indra fixed the female with a sorry expression. "no." she answered honestly, for she had no intention of doing either of the two things wraen had mentioned. "but promises don't mean anything, and people lie."

poor wraen might realize eventually she was beating a particularly stubborn and particularly dead horse -- as much as indra wanted to believe this woman was inherently good, her past experiences warned her against it and she could not ignore them.