Lost Creek Hollow shrines

had she not already been scarlet-hued, indra might well have been treated to the flush of her cheeks. as it was, mona merely simpered with a small giggle. "well! he is," she began, defending her interest in terance's aesthetic at very least. "he seems very kind. except —" and here she paused to study indra — "he said he had an ex-wife and children."
thoughtfulness paused mona's glee. "do you know anything about that?" they seemed to have known each other at one point, before bearclaw came to live in the hollow. it was of little account to mona save for her vested interest in romance, and she longed to know if terance still loved this woman swathed in mystery.