blue and red is this the end

He got a little smile out of her, Indigo was taking the small victories as they came. She was vague but he got the gist of what she meant. She was searching and looking for the next step. For now she was lost in life with no direction. It sounded a lot like what the rest of the band felt, running away or being saved from a terrible situation. She didn’t seem lost like tragedy had suddenly struck, she seemed lost as in she was never guided how to live life on her own or with freedom.

She asked another question as he built his last one. They were quickly getting there. Did he trade in all things. He knew there were slave traders and he found them detestable. He tried to ignore the thought of them, otherwise he’d drive himself crazy. ”Yes. Mostly in herbs and healing,” he told her honestly. However nonexistent their customer base currently was.


Indigo Arcturus Fatalis