The Sentinels legs and hands, thumbs together

@Donovan

Indie found herself, once again, drawn towards the ever-smoldering remains of that forest. The thought of it never truly left Olive, ever since her discussion with Cathenna about the power of elemental fire versus their aqueous deity. Though the stories and legends of their sea god captivated her endlessly [as she was prone to do when told a vivid story or imbibing something completely new], she always found herself going back to thoughts of fire.  Flames, infernos... they took everything and left nothing, without asking for permission or offering an apology. It was the way she wished to live, free and footloose. Fire enticed her, energized her, seasoned her mind with a certain zest for life; whereas water was calmer, centered, balanced. Indie much preferred the former. 

Fire took this forest wholely, completely, and Indie searched fervently amongst the burnt, meandering paths of the flames... to find some sort of insight in their wild, unruly wisdom. The earth still felt warm even though it was blanketed in snow —the arsonist flames incinerated the green canopy, leaving large gaps in the tree cover. Snow floated down through these fringed gaps, backlit by the sunlight which poked through. The world was getting colder, but this forest was hot. Indie nosed at the snow, digging a small hole, whuffing loudly and then inhaling the scent of the burnt earth. Her heart fluttered. The scent was full of sadness, yet at the same time full of life. The forest would eventually grow back with the force and ferocity that only fire could produce, like a phoenix from the flames — of this she was sure, and it inspired her.

The vaudevillian had pledged herself to the women known as Sirens; the ones who hated men and fought scrappily amongst one another. It was so exotic and Indie felt herself drawn to them — she always wished to know more; to understand what the women were saying when they spoke in anything but the common language. Plus, she quite liked the sexy title of Siren and wished one day to have a name synonymous to a fictional creature of enrapturing beauty... and when she did, Indie was sure she would wear the badge well.  But for now, Indie snuffled around in the snow and mused about the fire which ravaged the sentinels but also burned very strongly inside herself.