Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

They were so much alike, Blondine and Indra; what they didn't share in personality, they made up for with their appearances. If they didn't look so much alike, Blondine might have thought to spend more time hating Indra's russet pelage. It had been the only thing on her mind and for that, she resented her. It wasn't fair that she was allowed to keep such a hold over anyone else, but especially Blondine.

The two of them stood frozen and silent for a completely necessary span of time before Blondine decided to break the silence. I'm sorry, she called out, though her voice lacked its normal confidence; there was something in her that didn't feel adequete enough to speak up.