Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

wraen's transparency -- that fresh honesty indra so dearly deserved but never got -- it withered her. she crumbled before the steely-clad woman, her gaze hooded with careful thought. it was so tantalizingly rejuvenating to receive that kind of unveiled and vulnerable honesty, that it nearly seemed to transform the somber redleaf.

bled clean of her resolve to lie to wraen, indra shrugged and cast her reservations to the chopping wind. "it's just that... you shouldn't trust wolves." she admitted, for the briefest of spells searching for wraen's eyes -- not long enough to be challenging, yet long enough that the beseeching manner was clearly imposed. "you can't trust people all the time, they only ever think for themselves. what if someone followed you home, or attacked you?"