Cerulean Cape champions of the sun

The girl seemed so earnest and honest in her love for her adopted family! Perhaps Indie too felt this way when she was a young girl, around Chusi’s age? Yes, she remembered quite vividly how she had adored the Merry-Andrew when she was young — her own shiny brand of stockholm syndrome. Indie had quite liked being grown and groomed to be their ultimate weapon, to be loved and moulded by Donovan’s deft hands. But that was before the accident that had ruined everything. Now, if she never saw another Merry-Andrew in her life, it would still be too soon.

Not to say that would be Chusi’s experience or anything… but Indie never said never!

Indie smiled her best smile at the chipper girl. “What has your father taught you?”  Indie questioned, wishing to keep their conversation going. The girl was spunky, probably a warrior or a novice hunter, but the vaudevillian asked anyways. “Surely a woman like you must be working towards a trade, no?”