Sea Lion Shores Awakening of the Soul

So this woman would not easily divulge her story. She kept her words guarded and truth hidden [furthermore obscured by foreign language], much like Indie was prone to do. Indie did not speak languages but the common tongue It was likely for the best Indie considered briefly with a shrug of the shoulders. Cathenna did, however, shared from which place she hailed: Themiscrya Coast. The dark vagabond had yet to hear of such a dwelling, nonetheless visit it — but there were many places in the world she hadn’t visited. Or perhaps she had seen it, but did not know it… most of the lands graced by her travels came into her life unnamed and left as such. They were only simple milieus whose beauty set the stage for her eventual wheelings and dealings.

“I, too, am not from here.” Indie said plainly, hoping to match the lackadaisical nature of the girl who remained in the ocean. “I’ve been following the coast; found it about a week ago.” Unceremoniously, Indie lowered her head to preen and groom the downy fur that blanketed her front limbs, thrust out in front of her as she reclined in the sand. After a fleeting moment her head shot up again, a question bursting from her lips.

“Say, did you see the forest back that there?” Indie gestured on her shoulder with the toss of her head, quite curious to see if the fae women knew the story behind the ruins. “It was destroyed, burned to smithereens.” Her voice fell low, heavy with a strange melange of melancholy and inquisitively.