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

we don't know what we need until we find it.

once more indra thought the selection of words peculiar. she drew the sentence over in her mind, outpouring quiet thoughts, dissecting its structure, and at last sighing and putting it to bed with a flick of an ear.

terance, bless his heart, seemed battered more mentally than the very hide he wore like a tattered cloak. indra surmised enough from his words to hazard a guess that, like her, he might have found his world was slowly crumbling away.

it was strange, feeling the solid ground ebb out and slowly filter away from you. surreal.

indra supposed her world was laurel; who had terance's world been, and what had roughly stolen it from him?

he said he was content where he was, but again, indra didn't quite take his words for granted. she supposed it was good enough that he liked his new physical location, but that didn't mean he was happy with his own personal progress, did it?

"well, that's fine and good." indra answered in a conversationally wry way, an ear flickering once more. "maybe they'll come back."