Lost Creek Hollow i came looking for you

laurel’s hair stood on end, betraying what her stoic face did not. indra felt pained to cause such a reaction, and yet when she lifted her mahogany gaze to briefly inspect the coldness of her sister’s features, that conviction remained.

she believed that even if they came back they would do a disservice to their children. even if they came back, their offspring would have been permanently changed or hurt by their departure. and indra knew better than anyone about the cold nights spent alone — long, dawnless nights she herself had only just barely survived.

it’s only time.. they’re not so far from their first year. wouldn’t it be better if we waited, and then we all went?