Lost Creek Hollow time to sink way into the blue, dear

treason's words might have been pragmatic, but the mention of trees and possible impact elicited a snort from the redleaf. she looked away quickly, attempting to hide her sign of amusement -- but still.. was there any adult that didn't have a bit of a sadist side, watching kids get harmlessly hurt? they always ran around like the world was their oyster anyway, impressively convinced of their own invincibility.. so wasn't it a bit funny, when the world snapped back against their impervious charm?

a hunt with them sounds fun.. without the trees. i'll start scouting. indra could already see the chaos that followed (puppy hunting parties was sometimes akin to herding cats, right?), but she would prepare for it. i should probably start looking. indra mentioned politely, unsure of how to excuse herself -- or if treason even wanted to come along.