The Sentinels the salty seas behind the eyes

Gosh your writing. <3 THIS IS A NOVEL SORRY. Indie gets to hear Akantha's record for longest time spent talking ever. 

As they walked, Akantha stole glances towards Indie to further imprint the young vaudevillian in her mind. She was a sprightly thing with a vivacious spirit and a lust for adventure. Pretty, too. All sleek curves and enchanting smiles. She'd seen her type before—Sisters who had come and gone from Themiscrya, never really finding their place in the world, but all the better for it. She hoped that Indie might be one who stayed, but it was impossible to predict the future. Who was to say that any of them would stay? That this whole venture would even be successful? Akantha could only hope.

Indie's response drew Akantha's full attention. They continued to walk, but she swung her head around to regard the vamp with both eyes, transfixed with a spark of wonder. Her heart skipped. Perhaps strangers could be shown the truth of their birthright. Akantha had spent most of her life damning outsiders, and never giving them much thought. But Indie could prove to be an antithesis to their traditions. For now, she was a tourist. But Akantha, ever seeking a way to the heart, ruminated on this.

"It will take time." She said finally. "But if you are dedicated, and you listen, you may find yourself rising high among us." Akantha revealed with a flick of her ear and a quirk of her lips. The ground began to give way to the remains of an open meadow, and she passed by the threshold of the field without hesitation. Her tail waved to the side and brushed over Indie's hips in an act of both encouragement and comfort. "She, the Mother Sea, is difficult to understand. We have speakers, High Priestesses, who spend most of their lives with two feet in the water, and two on land. Essentially, they are the spiritual centers of the pack aside from the Matriarch."

Akantha approached one of the trees felled by the fire and reared up to sniff at the splintered remains. She continued after a beat, not bothering to ask if Indie even wanted an explaination. If she wanted to be a Siren, then she would have to listen. "Then there are Adepts—this is where most of our Sisters end up if they do not wish to train themselves further. They know the rites, the rituals, the culture; everything one needs to know to be a Nereid. Initiates are the next rung down and, as the title states, they have been initiated into our way of life and are beginning their training."

She pushes off the log and turns to Indie with a sincere smile, "Finally, there are Neophytes. This is where you, and a few others, currently sit. These are sisters who are former outsiders, or too young to prove themselves just yet. With guidance, it is unlikely you will remain there long. You've already shown keen interest, after all."