Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

it was good indra had mona's company then; it prevented her mind from drifting, and she settled her careful gaze on the delicate mayfair. like mona, indra liked bearclaw as it was, close, inclusive -- indra longed for the structure of a family she never had. perhaps this would be the closest thing to it, and she did not dislike it.

she realized there was much of mona she still did not know, and having the opportunity to explore this, quietly spoke up after nodding in agreement to the girl's affirmation. "it's family." the word was firm on her tongue, and the value of it heavily weighed. "will you tell me more -- about tindome, of what happened, and of your own family?"