Silverlight Terrace playing with divine fire

There was so little to do that Indie found herself in the throes of extreme boredom. The vaudevillian nurtured an incredibly active mind and when it was not being utilized for debauchery or rehearsals or strategy, Indie’s body buzzed with the circuit of underutilized energy. The veiled woman attempted to channel this vitality into traversing her landscape and traveling large distances, oftentimes electing to take the path less traveled in the name of distraction. Indie was never one to shy away from a challenge and in fact she welcomed the landscape’s remonstration in the name of bettering herself. When the next opportunity came along, she would be ready and she would JUMP AT IT. 

— but sometimes this would manifest itself as nervous ticks and obsessions. The femme was a vain creature at heart and spent more time that she would like to admit preening her velveteen pelt and ensuring that every hair was just so. If the feathering at her ankles, or the scarf that enveloped her withers and breast were not pleasing to her own eyes, Indie would rake her teeth through the fine hairs and use her tongue to mould it until it emphasized her curves in a way that would attract any wolf she happened to come across. Others were so few and far between that there was no room to err, and for Indie, beauty played a huge part in that. 

And then, once upon a time, that opportunity came! Indie espied a woman in the distance, small and lithe and light. Immediately, the dark and buxom woman was drawn forth. With sweeping, dancing steps did she move forward; and from a distance she barked to draw the other’s attention, with no intention of keeping her presence a secret. ”Oh, hello!” she greeted brightly, praying the woman was in as good of a mood as she.