Overture Downs Let's raise some hell, shall we?

it says AW SOOOOOOOOOO... hi.

the hollow's littlest graverobber did not escape indra's notice - as of late, she had seen a change overcome the girl. nunataq had always been her own steward, but now more than ever she seemed remote, willfully so.

that it puzzled and hurt indra to see this change was no small estimate; she wondered if the girl in her own way was simply gathering her wings under her, and readying enough room to fly.

still...

she didn't like it much.

some children might be resentful for their overbearing parents, nunataq no exception, but indra had always been a rather overbearing and obsessive person - and once she found that flaw, wound, or wart, would pick and pick until it all made sense to her.

today of all days she had decided she had given nunataq enough of her own space following their strange altercation in the thin moonlight. the girl was proving elusive as a fish in rushwater, yet just as she was about to give up she heard a plaintive call sound through the wilderness.

at some other point in the future indra might look back and have noticed how wrong it seemed; the lack of chattering birds, the sudden silence of the forest, the overwrought falseness of the voice -- but present-indra noticed no such things, and carefully made towards the call with her ears pricked and eyes searching for the presumably wounded creature.