Arrow Lake when all the things under the sky go free of time

had she been studying the titan, she might have caught the whirling emotions that threatened to break past the impasse of his stoic expression; as it was, indra could not hold stigmata's gaze -- anytime she glanced upon the silvered depths of his eyes, she was reminded only of her own failures.

and a memory was admission enough - it had taken indra great pains to conceal the plains of hurt that thorned her heart and seeing stigmata seemed only to undo them. he was perhaps the last wolf she wished to see, and yet, the only wolf indra somehow would have been relieved to come across.

much like the sandraudiga, indra unfurled a weary sigh. "laurel's kids are missing - all of them." she brought herself to look at his countenance then, daring with a suddenly hateful vehemence for any flicker of crowing triumph to cross his features.