Bearclaw Valley my sad soul forgot its pride

someone said her name.
she'd looked up hastily, hoping it was the man that brought the rabbit.
instead it was the man with one eye, and she wasn't sure what to do when her gaze met the shine of it, except to duck down and make herself smaller.
indra had almost missed what he'd offered her.
out? she croaked, then swallowed, and looked at him with unabashed interest. she looked away only to cast her eyes to the shadows where the tattered, once-soft stalks of rabbit ears had been discarded once they became too rough with rot;
—tell me what you have learned?
her chin trembled as she looked at her feet.
m... mothers aren't... aren't real.
if it meant she could go out she would say anything.