Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

Indie was troubled. She enjoyed the Nereides women very much so [and was often delighted about the spectacle they put on around men] but recently she had begun to stray farther and farther away from the coast. Indie would always eventually return there, as Indie cared more for relationships than freedom. Nope, she simply sought entertainment. Something to keep the dark corners of boredom to setting in. Life was short, so why not live… vivaciously? passionately? If one did not actively take control of one’s life, it would surely spiral into doldrums. Life could bore you to death, if you let it.

After spending much time with the sea witches, Indie’s inflated ego had begun to think herself something of a harpy — and now, the harpy sought something shiny and new. A man caught her eye and the vamp snapped to attention. The vaudevillian almost immediately veered her course directly towards the stranger in the distance. And when she approached him, she did so silently, trusting that he noticed her [rendered any cautionary chuffs or greetings as nonessential]. “You must be very mighty,” Indie intonated when she drew near, as if it were a simple observation of fact and offered the strange man an ostensible glance: up and down. Let’s see where flattery would get her this time.   “You know, standing out in the cold and everything.”