the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
She nearly squeals with delight when it comes to Nova’s vibrant mind and the colorful Molotovs that begin to be crafted – as such, the young attuned is more than excited to help get them ready, beaming bright and playful smiles toward the crew that offer to help with crates. And as the Molotovs are finally settled into the crate all nice and tight and one of the burlier crewmates picks up the crate to draw it back, Caly is absolutely eyeing the muscles on display.
It doesn’t last, though, as she sidles back up beside her sister shoulder to shoulder, watching Jack with a distinct curiosity as he takes note of the molotovs. Her smile twitches toward the edge of a smirk as she nudges Nova with a featherlight brush of amusement before she lets her amber gaze follow where Jack’s pointed to. “No problem.” She hums, letting the smirk overtake her face fully.
She can’t say she’s surprised, but she definitely doesn’t want to get the sundress wet that she wears – and she’s glad for the foresight to have worn a swimsuit beneath it. She slips her hand into Nova’s again and drifts toward the tools and the cloud manta jewels, glancing over toward Vesper to admire how he works with the crew before she’s releasing her sister’s hand to slip out of her sundress, draping it over the side of a crate which leaves her in a black and white bikini, before she slips the jewel on and snags whatever tools she thinks she’ll need.
She gets into the water and her mind blossoms with a watercolor array of cold and salt and laughter, and rather than taking the moment to seek out anyone to scrape the barnacles off for her, she figures she can get her hands a little bit dirty with it, and she gets to work scraping off the little things, looking for all the world like she was made for the sea as much as land. And with the crew that has joined them, she directs a portion of them to do the more difficult spots, utilizing her leading smiles and inherited charming nature to hopefully get them to do it. But hey, at least this time she's actually helping, right?
Caly gets to work on scraping off the barnacles! She does direct some of the crew with them to do the more difficult spots that she doesn't want to do though
It doesn’t last, though, as she sidles back up beside her sister shoulder to shoulder, watching Jack with a distinct curiosity as he takes note of the molotovs. Her smile twitches toward the edge of a smirk as she nudges Nova with a featherlight brush of amusement before she lets her amber gaze follow where Jack’s pointed to. “No problem.” She hums, letting the smirk overtake her face fully.
She can’t say she’s surprised, but she definitely doesn’t want to get the sundress wet that she wears – and she’s glad for the foresight to have worn a swimsuit beneath it. She slips her hand into Nova’s again and drifts toward the tools and the cloud manta jewels, glancing over toward Vesper to admire how he works with the crew before she’s releasing her sister’s hand to slip out of her sundress, draping it over the side of a crate which leaves her in a black and white bikini, before she slips the jewel on and snags whatever tools she thinks she’ll need.
She gets into the water and her mind blossoms with a watercolor array of cold and salt and laughter, and rather than taking the moment to seek out anyone to scrape the barnacles off for her, she figures she can get her hands a little bit dirty with it, and she gets to work scraping off the little things, looking for all the world like she was made for the sea as much as land. And with the crew that has joined them, she directs a portion of them to do the more difficult spots, utilizing her leading smiles and inherited charming nature to hopefully get them to do it. But hey, at least this time she's actually helping, right?
Caly gets to work on scraping off the barnacles! She does direct some of the crew with them to do the more difficult spots that she doesn't want to do though
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
