Blackwater Islands birds and stars

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Indie pursed licorice lips and nodded her head distinctly. “I see.” It was exactly as she expected; for Indie had undergone the same splendid indoctrination at the hands of the same quixotic siren ladies; the ones who had swept through the coast with their might and decisiveness and piety! It so closely coincided with her arrival in the Wilds that [had Indie not been intimately involved in the refounding] she would have thought they were a fixture on the coast all along. Yes, Indie liked shiny and ornate and the Nereides provided that a thousandfold; but looking upon this drudge made her quizzical about her own devotion to the Nereides. The vaudevillian seriously doubted her ability to commit to a life of servitude — she knew that the boy must be coming from a pretty low place to think that slavery was up.

“Akantha is quite the woman, isn’t she?” the woman questioned rhetorically. Silver-tongued she might be, Indie sometimes said things to say them; to garner a reaction; scrutinize their responses and leave the conversation with a greater understanding of their psyche. Sure, the statement was rooted in Indie’s own personal truths about their matriarch, but she was interested in what he had to say about it; the opinion of a thrall. Her eyes flashed. “She takes to leadership like the sun does the sky.” look away. look back.

She waited only a moment before continuing on. Indie leaned closer to him and spoke under her breath; as if she was about to speak a secret only Nereides outsiders would understand. “and… you believe in the ocean god?” then she flipped a feathered, saltstrung paw to gesture at the tidal ocean, rhythmically beating against the beach. Indie was never meant for religion, but she could not doubt the strength of the ocean. She could feel the reverberations of the crashing waves throughout her body, what more evidence did she need? but — did he?

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