Overture Downs so watch your time, time descends

@Alarian

this wasn't exactly the reception indra had envisioned for her family: hello, new neighbor - got room for six or seven more? oh -- and, if you don't, don't worry, a bear will make room for us a few days later. gods, she felt guilty -- if survivor's guilt was a tangible thing, it was a gaul's ever-tightening torc - a noose would have been softer, and frankly, more comfortable than the hardened gibbet that set like metal claws against her throat.

she needed to step out; like a cigarette smoker sneaking one last drag before forcing herself back into the overwhelming party, indra took a wild excursion outside of the hollows. here she could think - away from the bustle of fake smiles and sorrowful faces: here, she could reflect on the last week's exodus, and massacre -- but unsurprisingly, she didn't want to think at all.