The Sentinels the salty seas behind the eyes

Hehe she loves you too ;-*

As always, the siren kept her at arms length; Indie had a sneaking suspicion that her vivacious ways turned Akantha off. This was okay though, even though her comment about the departed consort seemed somewhat misplaced and feigned. Akantha turned to her head to greet the dark vaudevillian who slunk onto the scene quite ceremoniously, and her hurt was palpable. The Nereides were scattered and thin; any loss was a grave one. Indie felt a warm sense of devotion towards this group of amazonians and regretted her word almost as soon as it left her mouth. Harshness was not really the way she liked to conduct herself — she believed that’s was what drew her to the godly sirens to her, and she to them. She was as new to them and they were to her. They accepted her and offered their hearth and home. Under their wing, Indie had met that brilliant woman Chip — a relationship Indie already treasured greatly. Yes, Indie already owed the Nereides much and if Akantha was sad, then Indie was sad too… and it was not just an act.

Akantha offered her company and there was no way that Indie would ever refuse such an offer. Indie gave her head a distinctive shake, a silent agreement to her suggestion. Then, Indie cocked an angled eyebrow at the corpse below them, eaten away by frost. Indie had not know this man but had wished to; she usually saw him slinking along in the shadows and Indie very much liked creatures of the night. She touched her nose to him quickly, then lifted her head and, with a dramatic sweep of the shoulder, turned to face the woods. “What secrets do you seek? What questions do you wish were answered?” Indie inquired sotto voce, always wishing to learn more about these exotic women and their sparkly culture. Indie placed a foot forward, ready to leave but not wishing to rush the grieving woman.