Bearclaw Valley [TW] My summer tan has begun to fade

The man spoke of things that Indra couldn't fully comprehend. For weeks now she had been told that mothers did not exist. Now, she had the face of his mother - and his daughter? And they were dead.

She was focused on his face until he looked away, then she was perplexed. This was a confusing revelation that did not link up with what she had been taught to think.

Maybe he had lost his daughter. Maybe she was a replacement - to be better. New.

Indra didn't know how to feel and felt comfort in the emptiness his words brought her. As she followed she was silent, sullen; letting the flare of pain in her legs be her guide now.

She saw the bones and thought absently, that they were very clean, and out of place where they were kept, apart from the altar.

Are those.. for the bear?