Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

there it was; a wave undeniable rising in her. choking her. controlling her.

indra hadn't cried since her fath--- no, she would not think of him -- quickly, he is shuffled aside for more pleasant memories. hunting with blondine. feeling victorious when laurel had won her rank challenge. merrick when he worried the tattered form of a weasel. nunataq, piper, marten, wyatt and lucas all playing in the new rendezvous.

lucas.

her inhale was shaky, but no wrangled sob came of it. her vulnerability was a glimpse before it was quickly covered, stockpiled behind bitter, thorny walls.

he promised he would help her, at least to look; she sighed again and an appreciation for the dark bay man simmers in her gaze. it was kind of him to promise, kind of him to support her dying hope -- hope whose wings were feeble, but would still manage to carry her home that day. "thank you," indra managed, her voice regaining its strength. "what was your name again?"