Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

it was unfortunate -- and something that, as much as indra was loathe to admit, had entirely shaped (she would argue warped) her life and outlook. she tried to put on a stoic face, to shrug it off - but even then the gesture was thin.

the sincerity that came thereafter caused a flutter of surprise in the red woman, who pulled back and regarded wraen with a rather inscrutable look. such forthright honesty was refreshing - something she had come to expect from the silvered woman -- but why was such transparency only reserved for women? what was it about them that made them so opaque in their motives?

"the same could be said for me -- you are my friend also, and i like that you are so genuine. most wolves are not." wraen would find indra's loquacity sorely lacking -- but it did not mean she didn't appreciate wraen for all she had shared. "why cant more be like you?"