Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

mona could have fair wept at indra's continued kindness to her. here wa a true friend, and one she was lucky to have. with a start, the young mayfair realized the russet leader was perhaps the first real companion of which she had ever been posessed. mona was thus resolute to make good on the gentle regard indra had given her. 
"i was thinking perhaps you and i might take a trip. when merrick is older," she added. "it's been a while since i travelled, and i don't really want to go alone." the swampwater gaze lifted earnestly to indra — she knew it was a far-off plan, but that was why she had spoken now. it would be some time before they could depart, and with autumn soon to arrive, mona wondered if it was even prudent. however, she desired to extend the invitation anyway, with a gentle, shy smile.