Sawtooth Spire there is no hourglass, only sand

It would seem that the man had plans. Perhaps, he said, and Indie could not help but notice how his eyes glinted at the word. Indie was so stranger to ambition and recognized it quite easily in the stranger who stood before her. However, it was just like a man to set their sights on and squabble over silly fancies and lands— things that could slip through their paws like sand. Indie set her sights higher, wishing to conquer and control the mind’s of others. Those rewards were not so easily lost. 

”Apex of the world, you say?” she intoned brightly, enthralled with his colorful choice of worlds and the depth of such an idea. Her licorice lips pressed against each other and she hummed as it processed and percolated through her mind. In truth, Indie had been pull forth from the coast upon restless feet and a belly that hungers for something more than the light flesh of sea creatures. But the idea of being drawn to place for its strength and inherent divinity was infinitely more spectacular — and no one ever had to know the wiser.  With a small puff of breath, Indie gave the brute a curious, sidelong glance. “It seems you’ve put a name to the… ineffable quality that drew me here.” The starlet picked up a single paw and dragged it lightly against the earth, placing it down a foot or so in front and shifting her weight forward.  The telling smile that played upon her smile said she had spoken tongue-in-cheek, but yes, she did know what he meant.

 With a sigh, Indie decided to drop the reserved act and adopted. ”Well, also,” she admits with a sheepish flick of the tail. ”there is a hare who taunts me relentlessly— it must feel safe here.” the vaudevillian concluded good naturedly, biting her lip to stifle the chuckle that bubbled from her chest.