don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
From this distance, the sparkling sunlit water that streams down along the rainbow road glitters in rainbow hues as well — vibrant and stunning and everything that Caly had ever wished her experience on Caido might be. She, too, is barefoot, but she wears a silver and gold sundress that fits her form perfectly as she giggles with her shoulders hunched as Nova takes the lead.
“I’m pretty sure it does!” Each and every color amongst the roads glitter in the vibrant sunlight and the warmth of Longheat in Torchline. She stretches back up, arms above her head before her sister is darting back toward her and she snickers, letting her take her hands and drag her along, grinning affectionately. “Eeee! You mean like..” She squeals, before pinning her sister with a too wide gaze.
Her hands leave her sisters so Caly can strike a playful pose — one that melts into the vibrant white hue of her tide jaguar shift, the rosettes of the shift glittering in gold and white hues, bioluminescent like starlight.
“I’m pretty sure it does!” Each and every color amongst the roads glitter in the vibrant sunlight and the warmth of Longheat in Torchline. She stretches back up, arms above her head before her sister is darting back toward her and she snickers, letting her take her hands and drag her along, grinning affectionately. “Eeee! You mean like..” She squeals, before pinning her sister with a too wide gaze.
Her hands leave her sisters so Caly can strike a playful pose — one that melts into the vibrant white hue of her tide jaguar shift, the rosettes of the shift glittering in gold and white hues, bioluminescent like starlight.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
