Silver Moraine lover lay me down inside the garden soil

and just like that, the nereids were gone as quickly as they had come. 

It was something that shook Indie to her core, how the sirens had flourished and then simply… ceased to be. Indie usually had more foresight and more cunning than this! She had left herself exposed, distracted — and now, without a plan b. Indie mentally berated herself for letting herself be swept by the dazzlement and charm of the nereids women — the strength of Akantha, the youthful ineptitude of Kalika and the subtle sensuality of Salish — it had all blinded her from seeing the truth.

and now she was left alone. Indie huffed. Again.

When the islands had been abandoned, surrendered back to the mother they held so dear, Indie too made her departure. At first, the vaudevillian traveled alongside the tide, heading north towards the lands of Thuringwethil — but when the cliffs were in sight, the maverick suddenly turned away and made her way inland. Indie was determined not to be a victim of circumstance. She created her own destiny — so, no, she would not go begging or pander to Drageda’s chieftess. Instead, Indie would strike out down her own path… not the one that laid itself in front of her.

The veiled chanteuse found herself in a great moraine of stone and upturned earth; it was not the most beautiful of areas but Indie liked its strength. It was like a road, carved into the earth, shepherding her along and making ease of her travel. There were small peaks and undulations in the pathway, from which she leapt and cavorted about — attempting to making a bit of merriment in the midst of what was a most undesirable situation.