Flycatcher Downs you might listen to too much jimmy buffett

indra was discontent as she observed the gouges in the ground left by her hand. she was discontent because she was far from home. she was discontent because lucas was gone. she was discontent because this poor stranger had obliged in helping, and in the bottom of indra's heart, she knew it all would be in vain.

feeling fraught with all manner of bad juju, indra followed nebula at a distance. she was not being useful just lingering there, and managed to dredge up the last of her resolve and canvass areas nearby. she hadn't found anything - and wouldn't find anything -- a bitter taste rose to her throat as she trailed her nose along the pinestraw.