Emberwood got no time, got no mind

indra nodded as the platitude she had expressed was mutually exchanged: to her, and to many other spirits in the world, there was no deeper community than that of grief -- the crucible of loss placed heavily on the shoulders of the surviving was never lifted. it never abated. it only went on, coursing like some black and spilling-over river. forward like black and unrideable progress. on and on to the next victim until every soul in this world had felt its heart touched, and then felt the dead take that heart with them when they departed and walked no more.

she hoped that was not the case with lucas.. but she didn't know anymore.

"we're in bearclaw valley - it's by easthollow. big stone bowl, with a valley in the middle." indra had no idea in a few weeks time that would change -- and once she realized she had given seabreeze only temporarily useful information, she'd be overwrought with guilt. "i appreciate it.. i'll look out for your friend alarian, too. elysium, right?" indra made motions to prepare her departure - it was getting dark and she had a trek ahead of her... but first, she wanted to confirm where to send (or escort, heaven forbid) alarian if she ever came across him.