The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

  Witches!

It was what the starlet considered the sirens – sea witches, able to talk to the ocean through ritual and an inborn connection with the infinite waters. It was magick that Indie had never had been privy to, but wished to manifest dearly; the ravenhaired woman had not been been long for religion and knew nothing of the gods, so Akantha and Kalika and Salish’s ability to glean the sea’s teachings was nothing short of spectacular. And, to be honest, the wonderous and exotic nature of it all was what had kept Indie tied to the group of Amazonians in the first place – though Indie had never been dishonest or withholding of this information.

It seemed that these Mayfairs were the forested counterparts of the Nereides woman. Perhaps Indie would have had better luck worshipping the timbers – but as Indie swept her head to gaze at the charred skeletal trees once more, the woman recognized herself more as a priestess of the ashes. “Oh, you must tell me!” Indie exclaimed at the dramatic mention of an unknown magical experience, given an artful pause for a dramatic effect [as if the alabaster soul knew this would engross and delight her entirely]. Aria seemed to be in higher spirits – though, not by much — so Indie felt her justified in laying bare in interest.