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
Bracelets are a cute idea! Calypso chimes, her voice lilting with the golden warmth that accompanies a sunset. She, too, thinks about all of the options, and maybe decides that something fit for all three of them in their own style with the same kind of gem might be the best option. Matching stones, as opposed to the jewelry itself.
Unfazed by the splashing of her sister as she skips down along with her, the young woman’s golden gaze is faced downward, seeking out a particular stone in and amongst the beauty that sits below the surface. Only when her name is called does she pop her head up, ears perked toward her twin. I think… Halo. She floods the bond with longing thoughts of a Halo sunrise, gold and white and blue.
Stunning and beautiful. Where would you wanna go, Nova? Shs asks with utmost curiosity, even as the next stone is found, causing her to dart over to see it and bob her fuzzy head in approval. Yes! Oh, oh! I think there might be some more over here? Bounding over behind the geyser, fur twitching and rippling as the mist catches along golden rosettes, she sticks her nose into the water and plucks a smaller version with a black line streaked through it — perfect for a ring for Vesper. How’s this one?
Unfazed by the splashing of her sister as she skips down along with her, the young woman’s golden gaze is faced downward, seeking out a particular stone in and amongst the beauty that sits below the surface. Only when her name is called does she pop her head up, ears perked toward her twin. I think… Halo. She floods the bond with longing thoughts of a Halo sunrise, gold and white and blue.
Stunning and beautiful. Where would you wanna go, Nova? Shs asks with utmost curiosity, even as the next stone is found, causing her to dart over to see it and bob her fuzzy head in approval. Yes! Oh, oh! I think there might be some more over here? Bounding over behind the geyser, fur twitching and rippling as the mist catches along golden rosettes, she sticks her nose into the water and plucks a smaller version with a black line streaked through it — perfect for a ring for Vesper. How’s this one?
Calypso
your world's an ideal
