Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

The girl did not shy in the face of Indie’s flummery, and Indie was pleased, so a wry grin settled itself upon her lips. Chusi Fearghal, she echoed silently. The name held distinction and was said with such pleasure that curiosity immediately struck the ravenhaired maverick. “It’s wonderful t’ meet ya, Chusi” tasting the girl’s curious drawl on her tongue. Indie flicked her ears forward to denote the playfulness intended by it — the girl was bright and self-assured, so Indie felt safe in assuming that innocuous jokes could be made… but just incase, Indie chuckled and continued on.

“I’m Indie, with the sirens of the Blackwater Islands. Indie said in a similar, cocksure manner. The chanteuse then took a moment to look over the smudged girl and regard her more closely; perhaps she had been present at the convention between the Nereides and the wolves of Drageda? Indie’s full attention had been on the opposite party’s dark commander [entirely bewitched by her taciturn nature] but Indie ascertained with some confidence that, no, Chusi had not been there. “They would like you,” she intoned and raised a suggestive eyebrow. Indie had already gleaned from Chusi’s scent that her allegiances lay elsewhere, and Indie had only known the girl for a moment, but Indie knew she would do well with the Nereides.