Larksong Grotto dreams walking in broad daylight

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Weeks spent alone, in self-imposed exile, had only exacerbated Indra's poor behavior.

She vacillated between a profound numbness and an intense rage, oftentimes settling upon her the way a storm gathers on the horizon; sometimes it would spook her from her sleep, and as her dreams gave way to reality she'd confuse the two. On more than one occasion she'd kicked out with such ferocity that she'd sprained a foot.

When she was desperate enough, she'd return to the outskirts of Sapphique and entertain the thought of visiting @Erzulie and be reminded upon catching the border scents, that she was not really welcome among the people of the seaside; visions of @Rosalyn would surface, the woman a frenzy as she destroyed Indra's altar.

No, she could not go back there — but she lurked, sometimes. It was easier to keep her distance.

Today was one of her better days. She had caught a large rat which would serve as her dinner and sat hunched over it protectively, her eyes and ears alert for curious ravens, or potential dangers; Indra's face was sallow and her eyes were sunken, dark-rimmed, and wild.