Wapun Meadow I need my friend

a smile ghosted the tired corners of indra's countenance for a moment; arlette's enthusiasm (and joy) was simply too pure. she imagined nunataq's face; how the proud apaata would react once she realized where they were going. it stirred something into motion in her heart: a possessive, overwhelming sense of undying maternal love.

perhaps while the girls frolicked indra could learn something from valette; about how the winters were, what the game was lile -- and maybe in turn, indra could share all she had seen with the world good and bad. maybe too, they could talk about xan -- indra frowned thinking of him, for her sister had yet to glean some sort of closure from the distant male.

"you're welcome -- you can call me indra. i should head back soon, but keep a look out for us, okay? we'll come by soon as we can."