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

indra expected some sort of counter, some pushback -- at the very least, some sort of utterance on no, here is how you are wrong and here is why -- they always came, those admonishing little speeches.

except this time, they didn't. it surprised indra, in a passively good way -- and she expelled a small sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to stalwartly defend her position for the nine-hundreth time with a stranger who had no idea of her past life-experiences -- and thank god, for that.

wraen's abrupt change of subject was clever, but indra didn't see it for what it was. her brow furrowed a moment as if confused, but then she shrugged and offered a half-hearted "yeah, sure," - her tone still slightly bewildered, but intrigued, by what the woman had to offer.