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instead of an answer, indra got a command. in response to that, she swung around to face nebula, a slow-blinking stare mounted in the pied's direction. it seemed to convey mcfuckingscuze me? with sharp alacrity -- up until nebula spoke again and expanded upon her reason for the suggestion.

indra worked the soundness of such a plan in her head. she was loathe to expose herself, even if nebula wasn't malevolent -- so after some internal struggle she did what she was told. settling on a spot that was not too close to her traveling companion, indra threw herself to the ground and dug her shoulder into the soft loam with a few hard shoves. feeling enough of her was imprinted into the earth indra rose at a stilt-legged shake, turning around to study the scores left in the ground.