Lost Creek Hollow fuck this shit

the call was for indra, sure, but terance had ears. and so did poor marten, who scrambled ahead of the hollows leaders to see what kind of trauma laurel was facing— why she called for his mother. marten stumbled out to press to indra’s side, only after catching the tail end of laurel’s words. 

they were leaving. marten said nothing. of course, he would follow his mama to the end of the earth, even if it meant uprooting again. again. again...

terance arrived late, feeling the urgency in a different way than marten had. he stopped before the two women and the pale boy, his brows furrowed and his green gaze settled upon then. nothing seemed wrong, and so his muscles relaxed. he looked first to laurel, then to indra, and asked what’s going on? his voice was free from judgement or anger, but concern was certainly present— especially in his features.