Blackwater Islands birds and stars

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The fish flopped unceremoniously to the ground in front of her and Indie said nothing, pushing it aside with a feathered limb [as if she had no intention of actually eating it and asked him to work for naught] — wondered mindlessly if the boy would react to her provocations. Wolves far weaker than he reacted most poorly to offenses much, much less… Perhaps she had surrounded herself with vociferous and passionate wolves, much too like herself, for far too long... and now her perception seemed indefinitely skewed. In this respect, the Nereides had been somewhat of a most welcome culture shock.


“Who told you such things?” Indie questioned, biting her lip and entirely interested in the answer to her question: who indoctrinated this boy? Was it steady Akantha or the loose Kalika, or perhaps the mother herself? No matter the answer, Indie understood deeply. The starlet had experienced her own spell of stockholm sydrome, though Indie could still not glean from Whip whether or not he enjoyed his servitude, like she had. The closeness, the proximity to others who [seemingly] cared for you… it felt nice.

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