The Sentinels moving in reverse with no way out

Indie nodded in appreciation, shifting her shoulders in a gentle shimmy to denote her. Little did the vaudevillian know, but all too soon she would be in a similar situation — left by those who she had come to value, with no other option but to wander and find her next enterprise. Love and trust did not come to Indie as it did to other wolves; and it was not the Nereids’ betrayal of such that would prompt the woman’s future discomfort, no! Vagabondage was a position of powerlessness, and Indie hated powerlessness.

But Aria needn’t know that. No, Indie would soothe the ragged shelf and listen to all she would share. The conversation had proved productive already — and Indie was rather drawn to the woman, who’s entire mien spoke of gentleness. “Wandering soothes the soul and nourishes the mind,” the mummer suggested deftly, as if she had the background of a lifelong loner — albeit, she never had that experience. Without a thought as to her next statement’s validity, she continued with confidence.“You will soon find what to seek, even if you know naught what you look for.” Indie looked at Aria questioningly, as if to say do you agree?