Lost Creek Hollow shrines

indra shared a similar smile, the edges forlorn. it saddened her too that an era had come to an end, but that was life. it was ever changing -- and without change, one never evolved.

she rose alongside the cardinal, her docked tail flagging. "i'd like that very much," she chimed, stepping back so that mona might lead the way. she had always been a poor hunter - with fondness, she thought back on blondine and her eyes darkened somberly.

but, she had to live in the present. she had to live in the moment, and enjoy life for what it was. her steps were quick as she followed after the red dove, ready for whatever adventure they next embarked upon.