Larksong Grotto for these changes we will confront

indra's little chant faded as her father repeated it; somehow, the statement lost its impact and indra fell silent. she watched her sister curiously -- as usual, laurel spearheaded the negotiations. it was probably better that way, for indra was hardly more persuasive than a leaf. she looked to reek, her honey eyes wide with curiosity and intent; could he make that promise? would he show his daughters that he was a man of his word, and that they were his only warrant in life?