Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

a frostiness pained the redleaf girl's face as she searched blondine's expressions for a palpable answer. her pride was a stupid thing -- much as she wanted to smile softly and push the incident behind them, she was still stung by blondine's uncharacteristic departure. all else she didn't care one whit about -- the crying, or the distance -- but the deliberate quitting of her company had rowed indra far more than she wanted to admit.

she expelled a sigh into the air as she considered blondine's words, watching dully as the thin silver plumes rose from her muzzle and dissipated into the wind. "why have you been off?" it was the only question indra could muster; reconciliation was on the tip of her tongue, but she was just bitter enough to hold it over blondine's head before caving.