Blackwater Islands teenage angst (p.e)

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Kalika was found near the ocean; as was befitting a siren. Tried and tried as she might, Indie often felt the pull of her soul inland, rather than be one with the pelagic ladies. Land went on and on without end; and the islands so finite, and what was the shore but a barrier, keeping her confined! Though Indie did rather enjoy those who she was confined with, the starlet had begun to nurse a healthy fear of the ocean and its power and its expansiveness, how it was both serene and tumultuous in the same instants. But Indie did like the melodic crash of the waves and so she let herself have [at least that much] happiness, oftentimes composing little ditties against the most unending of metronomes — not for anyone's ears but her own. 

The energy buzzing about Kalika did not dissipate as the girl gave her greeting and settled away from her — if Kalika wanted to talk about whatever mood she was in, the vaudevillian would oblige... but she wished for Kalika to find that honesty within herself first and bring up the subject on her own. Until then, the woman would wait! Indie was nearly impervious to awkward silences and used the moment to unceremoniously stretch out a forearm and drag her rosy tongue down the crushed velvet that ran downgrain over her shin; giving off an air of nonchalance. The two had a strange relationship, that was sure; built on a curious foundation made entirely of competition and appreciation — whatever, it worked so Indie tried not to think of it too much except when lesson planning for the young gosling. 

Indie's mind is a bustling space and thoughts flashed through Indie's mind and just like that, they were gone... and amidst her preening, Kalika asked for assistance.  Indie stopped and withdrew her tongue between licorice lips, pulling up her read to regard the pale girl down her sculpted maw. "what seems to be the matter, hmm?" she spoke thickly, certain it was nothing too grevious.

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