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@Salish no rush at all!

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Life had grown quiet on the Blackwater Islands — and quietude did not suit the lavish starlet well! In an attempt to stave off boredom, Indie had taken to finding different ways to entertain herself; from bossing around the drudges to ensuring that her swimming skills would meet the pelagic matriarch’s standards — and when Indie wasn’t lashing her long legs in the ocean waters [strong enough to churn entirely new currents], she was developing her fishing talents [an ability which required a different finesse than that used to hunt land prey] — and when she wasn’t sating her appetite, the dark woman could be found practicing the lanuage of the Sirens, reciting the words and phrases Kalika had taught her during their reciprocal lessons and tasting the sounds on her quicksilver tongue. Often times her repetition viva voce would transition into song and then she would drill her modulation; and yes it may all have seemed fun, but it was all in the name of self improvement.

That evening, the vaudevillian was enjoying [what had come to be] her favorite location on the Islands. The grotto was nestled inland, far from where river ran into the sea. Still the sea’s tide pushed forth and hollowed out a cavity in the bedrock, where the brackish waters edified and life along the water’s edge stilled. It was often that the woman stalked about the shores of the grotto, catlike in her movements and loud of voice, making her own merriment amongst the nothingness of the Islands; and it was there that the woman stalked about right then, as the sun began its grand descent behind the island’s peaks. The twilight called to her, so she tilted her chin so that her lips brushed the sky and her voice thrummed from deep in her chest as she sang.

“For the night, it was black and silver.
With the moon shine right across the water.
And there's a glitter kaleidoscope
Spilling into the eyes that glide to heavens

There's a mirror of magnificent feelings,
And we must toast to the heart of it all.
To you my friends, and to this moon.
Back to you now, back to the moon.”

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The grotto was one of Salish's favorite haunts, as well. The enclosed space offered shelter and therefore comfort, and the darkness itself sparked a giddy fire in her heart, along with the soothing whispers of the water. Evening was falling with the descent of the sun, the sky bleeding a myriad of beautiful pinks, oranges and yellows. The tawny girl had an affinity for the sunrise and sunset, and as she did not wish to miss this one, she paused just outside of the grotto to see the show.

She would have remained there until the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, were it not for an even better show.

The most enchanting of voices issued from within the cavern, and though she could not make out the lyrics, such were they echoed against the stone walls, she could tell that the song was beautiful. Abandoning the sunset, Salish entered through the mouth of the cave, the song rising in volume as she ventured towards its source. She could not determine whose voice it was that she heard, having no knowledge of there being any singers in The Nereides. The dim lighting soon betrayed the identity of the singer, flooding over the obsidian pelt and highlighting the golden eyes of Indie.

Salish sat quietly until the song ended and the last of the notes faded into echo. Her lips bore a wide smile as she spoke of her awe. I didn't know you could sing, Indie. That was... breathtaking!

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No sooner did the final sibilant notes of her volta fade against the confines of the grotto did the sound of applause reach her ear. Believing she had been alone, the inky woman was delighted with this turn of events — the chanteuse had never been one to shy away from a performance stage. She could recognize that voice, bright and beautiful, and with a sweep of her shoulders, Indie spun on her feathered heels and saw that her audience was composed of one: Salish.

A nod and a chuckle was returned to Salish in thanks, and a simper diffused across her licorice lips. ”Aye,” the woman affirmed. ”I used to perform for my family of old,” she had quite fond memories of her time as Donovan’s little starlet, using the dexterity of her tongue not only for the mummers’ amusement, but for their subterfuge. ”I hope to do so for the Νηρηίδες as well. Indie could not help but slip a touch of Salish’s own argot into her speech, quite proud of the elasticity of her mind and wishing to impress the tawny girl further. Indie then quieted, looking at the sand-dusted shewolf and entertaining felicitous thoughts of singing a duet with her.

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