The Sentinels oh, a second verse!

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 be a panacea to any wolf she happened to come across. Other wolves were so few and far between that there was no room to err, and for Indie, beauty played a huge part in that. 

Then, once upon a time, Indie found herself back on the coast. She knew naught how she got here — perhaps her feet had their own agenda! Perhaps it had been the smell of the brine that reminded her of the Nereides and their exotic style of sisterhood. Perhaps it was the ever-smoldering remains of that forest; the one that once stood proud high upon the cliffs [Indie had never seem the coppice in its prime, but she was certain of its previous grandeur]. The memory of her visits to the boneyard had never truly left Indie. Flames, infernos... they took everything and left nothing, without asking for permission or offering an apology. It was the way she wished to live, free and footloose. Fire enticed her, energized her, seasoned her mind with a certain zest for life; whereas water was calmer, centered, balanced. Now with youthful summertime greenery beginning to push up from the wintered ashes, there were so many opposing forces at play that it was almost dizzying. 

Indie did not know which one she preferred any more.