Sea Lion Shores Awakening of the Soul

“Speak to the sea? You sisters and I are different indeed. Though, that is one skill I would love to possess…” she cooed  Cathenna was clearly very proud of where she came from, Indie respected that . The culture was exotic, of course, and as the foreigner spoke Indie found herself captivated by the colorful words. Indie loved new, shiny things and this particular zeitgeist had captured her attention with the passion of it all. “I supposed the water gods are more merciful than fire gods?” the hoyden inquired, referencing the fire to the sound. Fire was the more passionate element, but passion was dangerous. Indie herself held no faith, no religion, nor was she averse to danger [rather, she was quite drawn to it]… but she could see the appeal written in the glimmering blue of Cathenna’s eyes.

Indie turned her head up at Cathenna and tilted her head at the pale woman. “Though sea glass is tough, sea glass has its uses and purpose. Otherwise, it simply would not exist.” Indie firmly subscribed to the idea that everything in life could be used in some way. It was the way of life of a conwoman. Well, ex-conwoman… but old habits die hard. Indie shook her head nonchalantly, delightfully continuing to probe for information.

“Well, do you want to be Matriarch? Or did you want to be?”