Wapun Meadow oh, and the time is at hand

@Fraxinus (other tags just for reference)

it had been hell leaving @Nunataq and @Merrick behind. each step taken further away from them was another chip in her brittle heart. never in indra's life had she looked at @Laurel with such hurt mistrust in the hours after; leaving her children behind shook her to the core, and made indra feel plumb rotten.

not even stigmata had managed to rip so rough a wound in her; she felt as if she had been skinned alive and set forth through blistering rain. god, did the guilt ever go away?

morose and not feeling generous enough to hunt for laurel, indra slipped off while her sister was sleeping. wapun was a familiar territory for her, and as she sat underneath the cold mantle of wintry stars, she felt even more wretched than ever. glancing up at the milky constellation of distant gods, indra wondered if her children were looking too -- and if like her, they felt miserable unmoored from their tethers.