Blackwater Islands oh, death

Please skip over Indie, she’s just hangin' out

 
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Wolves drifted in and wolves drifted out. Such was the way of things, Indie had come to learn. Her babyhood had been spent with a rather consistent bunch, the Merry-Andrews, who came and stayed for long swatches of time [oftentimes, just for the spectacle]. It seems that had changed since she had come across both Donovan and Uma wandering the wild, with stories of the Merry-Andrews dwindling numbers. It pained her heart to hear of such a happening, but the pastiche group of conmen were in her past. The Nereides were her present and was deserving of her full attention.
 
So when a howl arose from the borders of the island, close to the land bridge, she made haste. The Matriarch, stalwart and bold, had beaten her to the chase and the vaudevillian pulled up alongside her leader, being sure to stand slightly behind to denote Akantha’s authority. A buxom shoulder bumped Akantha’s haunch as a silent way to say I am here, but nothing else seemed to be needed from her. Uncharacteristically for the starlet, her firey gaze settled upon the male but she remained silent and waited upon the women’s instruction [if there was any]. Indie wanted to demonstrate her dedication to the group of Sirens; as it was well past time that Indie truly proved her worth and gained clout within their small community -- and if Kalika found herself rising through the ranks through commitment to such tasks, then Indie would do the same.

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