Gilded Bay your body in electric blue

he was torn between pity and horror. he didn't comprehend much of what she said, but he felt the fear behind every word. the poor girl was mad, and her family was to blame. it was unconscionable. righteous anger bubbled up in his chest; he struggled to keep the shadows from his face.

in my tongue, we call the storm god 'indra,' he said instead, mouth quirking slightly as he thought of the woman he'd met who bore that name. was she well? he hoped. . . it's a lot of pressure to put on one girl. don't trouble yourself with living up to the fantasies your family have put on your shoulders.

govinda sucked in a long breath, staring at her. dhumela, the man whispered, staring down her pelt of many grays. let your past trouble you no more, behen.