Blackwater Islands sister, even though she is your enemy

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Indie grimaced as it became clear that yes, Kalika knew nothing about dessert and no, she wasn't even going to try. Indie shifted herself and looking over and past the eyes of the young pale girl, looking at the blue, aqueous horizon in the distance.“I once traversed a dessert,” she spoke wistfully. In all actuality, her feathered paws had never graced the sands of a desert, not even once… but the shrouded raconteur had a point to make. “You never realize just how big the world is until you’re standing there in the sand, looking out upon nothing for miles.” Now, tie it back to the conversation — don’t give Kalika time dwell on the fabrication. “It's kind of like how the ocean feels.”

“Compared to the sea,” Indie curved her head to gaze at the expanse of brine that entrapped her, albeit willingly. “In the face of such greatness and all knowingness, we know nothing, are nothing —  but to appear naive would do our credibility no good, now would it? How effective would we be in pursuit of our goals?” Then, Indie’s flashing amber eyes snapped back to Kalika’s own and she looked upon her pupil with an authoritative intensity. “Rhetoric is a means to a greater good — and for that reason, confidence is key. You’ve heard the term, ‘fake it until you make it,’ gosling?” Most wolves are simple and rarely will work to peel back your words to glimpse at what's underneath. If you speak it, they will believe it and be none the wiser. You alone set their agenda.”

“By no means am I telling you to lie. Think of it as… a creative license, to paint beautiful art with your words! Draw from the well of your life’s experiences and forge yourself from the collective conscious. Learn from everyone you meet; no matter how small or insignificant.” breathe. “Their words and stories become your pigments and dyes. if you truly can be honest with yourself, then you will know what you want… will know the picture you wish to paint. Keep that image in your head at all times — and with your words as brushstrokes, and life as a your canvas — paint your perfect reality; and make it whatever you want it to be.” Indie might had worried that she revealed too much about herself and her own charlatan practices with this lesson, but Indie wasn’t entirely sure if the young girl would understand the true meaning of her words anyways. In true pedantic fashion, Indie spoke mostly in charade and metonymy; the tumult of her words were sometimes hard to follow — but it was all not without purpose. Indie would instruct, would teach, would dangle information but would always try to remain one step ahead. Though the vaudevillian enjoyed the position as pedagogue, she did not desire the perfection of her disciple as Donovan had. “It can be… addicting to untether yourself, especially for those who crave freedom or control; but it is important to ground yourself in purpose. If you position your words to suit a purpose… at least make sure that purpose is laudable.” Surely, Indie had done her fair share of thieving and conning with the Merry-Andrews, but it was not with malicious intent. Those who created realities needed to be responsible for them.

Indie smiled a saccharine grin, flashing the tips of her ivories at Kalika in the motion. “In your — our — language, how do we say… all the glitters is not gold?”

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