Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

indra thought she detected disappointment - but if it ever had a physical form, it was fleeting, and as soon as she thought she had sensed it, it was gone. for the first time in their conversation indra took blondine's one-eyed gaze in fully, holding the softness of the woman's features. she never wanted to be mad at her again -- it hadn't been right, she hadn't liked it, and she had been a miserable cow the entire time. she needed blondine, the woman had been her rock in ways only laurel measured up to: perhaps laurel was the wind that carried her through life, but blondine was her rudder, -- the ship that helped her navigate life's infuriating and injurious obstacles.

for the first time in a while, a smile played on the solemn girl's features. "i'm glad for that." she said, relief suddenly lifting the heavy tension that had rounded her shoulders. "you're stuck with me too... and.. i'm sorry i didn't come find you sooner. i shouldn't have done that."