Wapun Meadow and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun

she had held in her chest a tensed breath, that was released once ramsay had divulged their company had not been friends with absalom. at first it had been a welcome answer, but indra grew doubtful - many times had she been deceived, and experience snared its insecure claws into her, and told her to pick her paths carefully.

ramsay's words, cryptic to some, were met with a furrowed brow: would that she could summon into words the manner in which the world had bruised her with its sharp edges -- perhaps he would understand. perhaps not -- not all wolves had sympathetic ears, not even indra.

she would not hide her relief to see them go. had either been solitary her affectation might have been very different, but she did not regret her decision to be unwelcoming or to be suspicious of their resolves. graceful in light of her judgment euron had been, a shade far more humble than she -- who had learned long ago ghouls in the shapes of mortals walked among the living, and shadows abounded.

"another time, maybe." she intoned smoothly, without much regret to her voice. she would watch them go, if they did -- overcome with the feeling now that she did not want to leave bearclaw after all. once she was certain the two had slunk off to some outer reach, she would hastily return home with a feeling of unease deep in her heart.