Lost Creek Hollow shrines

indra's suggestion had been far from subtle. she grinned guiltily, an ear flicking with ease as she laughed off her improper suggestion. "come on - i bet he would like it," she teased, thinking of how uncustomary and exciting it would be to have the woman be forward for once.

her laughter died on her lips at the mention of further children; it was not mona's fault to strike such a cord, but indra had only one child, and sincerely believed she would never whelp another. a dark image of the cairn stacked next to merrick's squalling body revisited her, and her spine shuddered at the thought. "you could never be a spinster," indra tacked on, ready to leave the topic of any future whelps far behind. "you are far too pretty."