Lost Creek Hollow shrines

oh indra! if only — if only she could share the chaos that brimmed within to mona's listening ear. she sensed there were such great depths to the other woman that she could not fathom, but in the next instant, indra had moved on. skillfully she turned the conversation back to the firebrand, and the caregiver stifled a sigh, covering it with a smile.
"i think maybe, if those i loved were happy here too." they were family after all, sisters. of course, mona did not think their bond would ever be as tight as that of littermates. sisters who had chosen one another.
a smile wreathed her muzzle. "so, what do you think of terance?" came her light inquiry, airy as if they were only two women sipping tea on a veranda far from here.