Fox's Glade plague maiden

restless after a day spent finding laurel a den, indra found herself expending her excess energy by strolling along the confines of easthollow. before she knew it, she was soon beyond the matron’s claim — following little save for whatever direction her mindless legs carried her in.

a scent caught her attention, its presence pervasive and awakening a hunger in the redleaf. picking up a brisk trot, the auburn waif rounded close to stigmata’s tracks. one sniff at an indelibly placed footprint, and she knew the basilisk was near. working in silence, she sought to join him — though she kept her distance and make pains to avoid any eye contact.