Bearclaw Valley ishkabibble

she was not what -- a child? she was a child -- indra's throat bobbed as she stared back at fire incarnate, marveling at the tempest concealed in piper's willful gaze. was she ever more like laurel and indra combined, in this moment?

sharing a silent glance with tadec -- and relieved he would oblige following after this willful child -- indra resigned herself to simply seeing off piper and co -- but it was not without her own private misgivings.

she hated the idea of piper away from them. she hated the idea of laurel finding out piper was gone. it was too soon after lucas -- what else needed to be upended in their lives before they gave up on it?

sighing for the millionth time, but accepting defeat, indra inched forward. "alright then. you two better go quick - laurel usually swings around the den in the afternoon after patrolling. i'll let her know -- but -- piper --" and for a moment indra's true vulnerable face was shown: worried, caring, loving, but drained -- "please be safe."