Hey, soul sister

When it rains, look for rainbows.

Sparkling fits of giggles chime down the bond, only interrupted by Caly's contribution to the plan which has her ears perking. Oooh. That's a good idea! Having completely dismissed the playful spraying of water, Nova spins to renew her search for colorful stones. Her blue eyes scan for any signs of opalescent shimmers in the water. She keeps the others in her mouth, gently cradled between her large fangs. The longing ache for their mother bounces between them, simultaneously dampening the mood and starting the buzz of anticipation for their visit to come. 

Lifting her head, Nova focuses on their common goals, humming lightly as she skips through the puddles. The ripples reflect the misty rainbows, and she pauses occasionally to look closer at whatever catches her eyes. It takes a few minutes and jaunty songs for her to finally spot a purplish opal inside a shallow puddle nearby. Found one! Nova dives forward, pulling it out of the water to add it to the growing pile of colorful gems. There's no doubt in her mind that Safrin will love the iridescent display of colors, specifically the slightly more purple-lilac one. It was definitely a great idea on her sister's part!

She nods decisively at the collection before giving Caly a bubbly signal through the bond. I think this is probably enough. Should we go see mom now? Her tail flicks with excited anticipation, eager to see their mother again despite how little time has passed since their descent.

When it's dark, look for stars.

Nova

don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real

It takes some time, but the two women get to work – focusing intensely on trying to find the perfect stone to go along with the rest of them (for matching options, of course, now that they have their own and Vesper’s to match theirs. It seemed only fair.) And so as she dives her pale, ivory and golden head into the water, she perks up only when she hears her sister’s trill of having found one that the tide jaguar bounds over in splashes that wet the walkway along the side to see which one her sister’s found.

Pride emanates from the find of the purple hued opal, and the tide jaguar nuzzles her sister’s shoulder affectionately before she withdraws enough to ensure she has the stones she’d collected in her mouth. Ready when you are! She chimes, whiskers flicking contently before she’s darting through the rest of the water toward the shrine in the distance, waiting until they get close enough to shift and go try to meet their mother.

- FIN

Calypso

your world's an ideal