Shimmering Sands it's the siren's song; she sings for us, sister

“Deal.”

Indie stalked towards Kalika and pulled up beside her, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, though Indie’s tall, atramentous frame seemed to minify Kalika’s own. Indie brushed her thick, silken tail over the small of the young girl’s back in an act of endearment — suddenly, any sense of annoyance stemming from the vaudevillian seemed to [suspiciously] evaporate. Were these feelings actually gone? Goodness no, for Indie would never not be annoyed by holier-than-thou youths with attitude too big for their bodies. But Indie knew better than to nourish such negative emotions [especially in light of their recent transaction] and masked her emotion under a papier-mâché facade of mentorship and all-knowing-ness. 

Life was just one big masquerade ball, after all.

There would be work on Indie’s part of this deal, but that was fine with her — Indie was one of the hardest workers she had ever known, and if it took learning a new language and becoming the disciple of a new culture to climb the Nereides' ladder, then she would do it. It would likely be a challenge, though… Language had never been her forte [as her own lexicon did not follow any sense of customary connotation and proper grammar] most often her pursuits were of the physical or contingent sort; never the intellectual. That had be Donovan, had always been Donovan. Donovan had been the brains of the operation… but now, it was she. 

Indie turned to look at Kalika beside her, golden eyes flashing. “Take some time and think of something you would like to achieve. Just one thing — it could be anything.” one, two, three steps were taken away from the young girl and Indie turned to make an unceremonious departure from their meeting. Better to leave her guessing.

“Call for me once you’ve decided. I’ll show you how to get it.”