Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

“Aye,” Indie confirmed when the young Chusi questioned the holy moniker — sirens. It was nearly the same reaction that Indie had experienced so many months on a beach so similar to the one she stood upon then, and the thought of it was enough to cause a laugh to spring from her lips. How enamored she had been — still was — but look how far she had come.

”Her,” Indie echoed. The pronoun, too, was remnant of the sisters’ own tongue. The ocean was alive; and not just that, but a woman! It was not yet a belief that Indie subscribed to, but Indie could be cajoled into just about anything if there was enough sweetness in the deal. Light of heart, Indie bounced her head, turned her eye and purled “You seem to me like a seafaring wolf.” The girl, scarcely a year in age, seemed comfortable here [unlike so many she had met]. Having been caught in the middle of self imposed swimming lesson, Indie did not bother to hide her genuine interest in this aspect of Chusi.

Indie edge a step closer to the dark hoyden. ”You live nearby?” she assumed sincerely, keeping her voice light and pink with the twinge of drawl that she had spontaneously adopted for this sole conversation. ”Our clan inhabits the blackwater isles, to the north. You know of us, yes?” Perhaps this girl was from Drageda — she smelled of a pack and deeply of salt  — it all tickled Indie’s lungs as she respired.