Blackbeak Bluff more things are wrought by prayer

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The man continued to say nothing, which pleased the veiled starlet. Little attention was paid to him, as she had become accustomed to doing [and she really rather liked it] — but the spritely young girl, who picked her way across the cliff so dexterously, so dareveilishly, caught her attention. A dark eyebrow was cocked as the girl questions her methods, but ultimately stepped away from the edge and ventured closer to the fire that was Indie.

“Well, you won’t forget now— will you?” the chanted question lingered in the air as the salt and pepper girl address the man behind her. Indie looked at the brute, gaze potent and molten — daring the male to say something and introduce himself. Perhaps all males of the coast expected to be treated as the Nereides treated them? “Right,”  she spoke with a twist of her lips, eager to change the subject.

Well, Indie shan't worry about this long; for another being arrived and stole the limelight! This wolf was lithe and beheld a bright alabaster pelt that reminded her of the recent winter snows. From the corner of her golden eyes, Indie believed she saw several scars zig-zagging across her hide. The white woman flashed onto the scene with alacrity, and Indie thought she heard her name echo off somewhere in the distance — but it took until the woman stopped moving for her to ascertain who this was.

“Uma?” she questioned hesitantly, not sure she was truly seeing what was in front of her. It was entirely possible that this too was a ghost, as Donovan had been. Indie blinked once, twice, three times, promptly forgetting about the others on the scene. This was Uma! Quite nonchalantly Uma greeted Indie, whispering sweet words into her feathered ear. Indie’s cupped ear flickered against her breath and she giggled from excitement. Her friend may be able to play it cool, but Indie’s inner fire could not be subdued.  “Uma!” she exclaimed, almost blanketing Uma’s introduction of Feint with her bright tone. “My love!”  She felt featherlight at the sight of her friend standing beside her; it was a sighted she never thought to behold again.

Indie stepped closer, alighting her dark velveteen check with Uma’s own. “What on earth? How?”  Her glance bounced from Feint to the still-foreign brute, wondering what wonderful thing thet must have done to witness such a joyous occasion.

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