Blacktail Deer Plateau dudes in bodegas

Wow, sorry for the wait guys!

The vamp was not alone for long — good. Indie preferred this way. She was a woman much more attuned to life amongst the hustle and bustle others and preferred it to even a single a moment in solitude. The storm had been what drove her from the nuclear core of the vagrant Nereides group, for she would have not left their company on their own accord. Indie would return to them eventually, when the supposed “sea god” pacified itself and the weather settled. These Sirenfolk were strange, but she found she liked their exoticism and always wanted to learn more. Perhaps within their culture she would find inspiration, her muse; a song for the vaudevillian to sing across the wilds. Interested in her new company, Indie’s slow aria faded away and her gaze rested upon the chestnut-hued female.

She proposed that Indie assist in bringing a meal to the others; a task that Indie could not righty refuse. With a stately nod, Indie conceded the better part of her day to the woman. “Aye, of course. That’s a great find.” A shiver escaped down Indie’s spin, though her inky pelt [as well as the timbers of the thick forest] did much to save her from the buffeting winds. “I do hope the thing waits until this storm is over, though.” 

A second, paler female arrived on the scene. Both the first and the second woman to arrive were familiar, but like so many others in Nereides, many vital details seemed to slip Indie’s mind. She was guilty of spending most of her time with her friend Cathenna, but it seemed as thought Indie were still somewhat of an outsider and a small wall remained standing between her and the sisters. Like so many others, she would need to earn the trust of this faction. One of the main obstacles to this was linguistics — Indie fell flat when it came to anything other than the common tongue and she challenged the commonly accepted rules of speech, as hers was riddled with colloquialisms, sonnets, metaphors and terminology that she seemingly made up herself. If anything, Indie was the opposite of proper.

The new woman spoke some words in that foreign language, which the dark woman found it impossible to understand and respond to. She cocked her head and darted her eyes from woman to woman, wondering if Chip knew greek any better than she.