Blackwater Islands now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood

Indie had spent some time recently thinking about her reasons for joining the tribe of women [and men] known as The Nereides. The vaudevillian had simply done nothing more than meet the Amazonians and follow in their wake, and she was now wrapped up in something much larger than herself and that was quickly becoming something real and tangible. She had always chalked it up to their beautiful culture and exotic brand of finesse — but, truthfully, the shadowed femme had been looking for something to cling to, something to believe in, something [anything] to fill the void that the Merry-Andrews gang once filled. 

The Sirens offered that and so much more. 

So when the call from Akantha, her Matriarch and mentor, rose to the heavens [and was swiftly joined by several others] Indie reciprocated. Her sweet, smooth jaws lifted upwards and the chanteuse did what she did best: sang. He voice rang loud, melding with the others and creating a powerful harmony as if you say here we are. Indie sang for love of these women and respect for their ocean gods [even if she did not completely understand it yet], for her own dedication and abutment. The vaudevillian could not promise that her allegiance did not come without subversion and imagination — but it came with the best of intentions.

So Indie sang and sang and sang and sang, willing The Nereides into existence alongside her sisters.