Shadowwyn Moor he's got eyes, but he can't see

terance might have put on a stoic face, but the language he chose -- well -- indra considered herself a studied scholar of words; the way one picked and arranged them was often just as important as what was said. often, one could tell more by the delivery of a message than one could tell by simply listening to the words.

he hadn't said they'll be fine, or that he missed them, or that he hadn't agreed with their going -- he had said "they will find what they need on their own". indra mulled this strange statement; it weighed down heavily in her mind like a stone dropped in water.

"but that leaves you; did you find what you needed?" she gave terance a rather straight-forward look: the kind of look one might give a toddler that conveyed 'don't try to pull the wool over my eyes' or some other silent imposition. even if he thought this new location was pretty, indra knew moves were not without their wounds -- it took a lot to shake the roots the living liked so dearly to set deep in the earth - and often in the process of extracting them, one tended to shear off a bit of themselves and leave those fractured remnants behind.