Blackwater Islands sister, even though she is your enemy

This took so long, my bad

It had been a still morning. On such a morning, the fog hung heavily above the isle and the brackish scent of the ocean water left its marks on anything it touched, caressed. The scene was peaceful, but Indie wished to escape it oppresiveness of it all within the confines of a rocky alcove she had found cliff-side. Indie had been battling a small doubt of melancholy and wished to be away from the prying eyes of the Nereides — it was strange for the veiled lioness, who so customarily thrived amongst the company of others. The reappearance of Donovan had been such a rush of emotions and it left her sick; she had purged herself of him, but relapsed in the worst of ways. Now she was without him, stuck on these godforsaken islands, close enough to feel him on the winds but not at her side.

There was a howl. It was not Donovan, but her young pupil. Indie swallowed her sadness, gathered herself together [thus was the appearance-driven life of a mummer] and made her way to the beach where Kalika was making her return. “Hello, gosling” Indie cooed, padding towards her and smiling…. knowing that the babyish moniker would like irritate her young student.