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

between the two of them, there certainly was a world of undiagnosed hurt; sorrows that had been reamed and sown, griefs that had been choked out, extinguished, and roughly buried. brick by brick, these sorrows would undo the careful work their walls had fashioned; stone by stone, they would eventually resurface.

but for now, between the two of them, these troubles sat beneath the surface, restless and fitfully crawling under their skins, waiting for the moment for their tough hides to unravel, for their vulnerabilities to be exposed. eventually those walls would tumble down, and manufactured walls had a way of smothering their builders, and crushing them under their laden weight.

indra sighed again, feeling unsatisfied. she wasn't even wraen's sister, and she wasn't pleased with the news wraen had left. even though she had known a few weeks prior to terance that wraen had been afflicted by the wanderlust bug, it still didn't make the aftermath any easier.

"well - i will miss wraen. did she say at all where she planned on going?" indra tried for a new subject, finding she didn't much want to talk about her experiences the last year, either.