Hey, soul sister

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

There’s nothing but the warm breeze of sisterly affection between them – almost as tangible as the rocks they step across and the opals they pluck from the bottom of the little river. Hearing her sister’s giggle flit through the bond is a perfect addition to the duo, though, and sunshine splashes against the attuned bond in delight as she hears that it hadn’t surprised Nova one bit to hear that she’d want to visit Halo.

Is there really? She asks, thrumming with curiosity as she tries (and fails) to imagine a bonfire just as grand and as colorful as the one that Nova has in mind. It’s no matter, though, because soon she’s spotted the opal in question and her pale tail, ringed with gold, waves excitedly behind her as she makes room for her sister to offer her opinion.

She boldly sits in the water and puffs out her chest with pride, letting the tide jaguar instincts overcome her for a moment as she nods her head, ears perked despite it being a mental link between them to hear her sister speak. He’d love the silver. Maybe we can pair it with something black and smokey? She suggests, unknown to her that her sibling is already imagining precisely that.

Calypso

your world's an ideal