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

Servants of the bear.

Holy ones.

What did it mean to be holy? Indra didn't know how to ask that, and remained quiet. The man was so fixated upon each of the bones and so she tried her best to study them, to understand. Maybe in doing so she would be met with praise.

Do they speak to you? He asked.

She didn't understand the question.

The... the bones...? It sounded all at once, so silly to Indra. The one-eyed man looked so serious when he asked the question that Indra had to take it seriously. She stared down at the collection - one fragment to the next - and willed something to come of it.

What did bones sound like? There was nothing. Nervously her head gave a little shake and her eyes became downcast, staring at the dirt.