Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

The water was almost sweet. It wasn't familiar, whatever that medicinal taste was, and Indra was slow to drink, so when the lady told her to stop she obeyed.

Then the girl was instructed to move and settled promptly before the woman. In time perhaps the tincture would take effect - for now Indra was fixated on the physical attention of the woman.

It was rare in this place. Softness, kindness; affection by any other name. Indra was obedient and watchful, greedy for the attention and happy - for the first time in weeks - truly happy.