Lost Creek Hollow shrines

so lost was she in her own musings on merrick, that when mona spoke her eyelids fluttered in surprise. pulling from her inner reverie, she saw in the mayfair's delicate features a careful vulnerability that took her far more aback than the question had.

how could she answer truthfully - or more importantly, how could she lie?

"i don't know." indra conceded, her tense shoulders slipped down in defeat. "i'd like to say i'd be happy anywhere, just with my family.. but if they're not happy, i'm not either." her tone was soft and revealed the trembling anxiety that often stormed her mind - for a moment that roiling turmoil was close to the surface for all to see.

and then it disappeared again, behind the firm set of her lips. "do you think you could be happy?" maybe happiness wasn't rooted in a place - or even a person - maybe happiness came from pursuing your own ignorant bliss.