Blackwater Islands birds and stars

@Whip

This was not the home Indie would have chosen, if she had her druthers.  It was far too rocky, far too cold, and the constant winds besmirched her dark plumage in a most vexing way. Since having established commorancy, the chanteuse found herself hmpf-ing and harrumph-ing back and forth across the land, for Indie was a sumptuous being! She very much appreciated the good life and all the corporeal pleasures that came with it — of which, the Blackwater Islands had none. Even though Indie did not prefer their bleak milieu, it truly did seem to suit the Nereides quite well. They were an interesting type of women: harsh, yet soft. Caring, yet punitive. So down to earth, yet at the same time so many of them had their minds submerged within the ocean’s water. So, it made complete sense! Here, the water witches were surrounded by their sea; but the waters did not meet the solid shoreline gently and there was a pervasive mist that sat heavy in the air — and it was stifling.

With a curious energy of inactivity buzzing within her body, Indie picked her way across the broken landscape and arrived at the crashing sea. Here the shrouded vamp waited, her handsome haunches pressed up against the cold earth, wishing and willing the strange sea gods to provide her with any sort of a mental reprieve.