Stone Circle To you I’m probably a light sadness

indra knew her silence would be construed as cold -- and cold as she was, she did not soften the pause that cut between them. if she felt sorry at all for the dampening she had given his homecoming (could it be called that?) she did not show it -- and she was not about to relent any either, even as xan stated they needed to talk.

about what? she thought almost instantly, ears pricked at the sound of valette approaching. whatever they had to talk about was cut short by the matron's arrival, but indra did not mind -- for it was valette's home, not hers.

she stepped back, quiet gaze settling on xan. whatever questions brimmed on the tip of her tongue (most notably, why aren't you well, why are you here?) were stilled, for she recognized the conversation was largely in valette and xan's court now. after all, she was his brother -- surely, they had some catching up to do.