Lost Creek Hollow Corpse bride

a change came over the girl, shadowing her features in some blighted emotion indra could honestly say she cared little for. her ears were askance as she studied that passing storm-cloud -- watching as sudden coldness slipped into nunataq's once-soft gaze.

indra would not have understood the toppling of idols that crashed down in nunataq's mind - and even though the transformation happened before her eyes, she did not see it. instead she saw a girl that stepped back with sudden, cutting detachment. a frown worked its way onto the redleaf woman's face; that passing emotion was as chilling as a soul leaving a body -- yet it remained inexplicable.

she was left with the corpse and any relief she had was vanquished by the turbulent charge that ruled her. she wanted desperately to chase after nunataq, to see what ghoul hounded her -- but the business of returning the body to its grave demanded indra's foremost attention.

she would submit coelho to the earth a second time that night, troubled -- wondering if perhaps the troubleless eternity of the dead was somehow more blissful than living.