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
Of course I’ll go with you, Nova. Caly chimes with a bright, bubbling laugh through the attuned bond. You think I’ll let you go and have all the fun on your own? The jaguar’s pale nose wrinkles playfully toward her sister, affection bleeding through the bond like a rubber band – back and forth.
Snickering in response to Nova’s own giggles, the white and gold jaguar bobs her head in agreement – not needing to mention the fact that they were two thirds of their triplet duo, and often times would think the same about many different things. And for this gift to be for the last one-third, of all brotherly love, she almost puffs out her chest to hear that Novas thoughts mimic her own too – especially as she casts the bight gaze of her sister’s in this feline form.
Making them magical is a thought she hasn’t had before, and her head nods excitedly, bobbing enough that water droplets fling from where they’d clung to her whiskers. Between us, I think there’s lots we can get away with that mom’s not against. Vespy might be harder to convince. But I love it! Her voice flickers like gilded thread down the connection between them, wrapped in the soft chime of laughter again.
Once Nova’s started pacing in the water, though, Caly dips her head back in to collect the opal for Vesper, before she’s lifting her head up to blink her gilded gaze at her sister. Should we get an opal for mom, too? That’s what all the followers did, wasn’t it? Brought her beautiful offerings that she would appreciate?
Snickering in response to Nova’s own giggles, the white and gold jaguar bobs her head in agreement – not needing to mention the fact that they were two thirds of their triplet duo, and often times would think the same about many different things. And for this gift to be for the last one-third, of all brotherly love, she almost puffs out her chest to hear that Novas thoughts mimic her own too – especially as she casts the bight gaze of her sister’s in this feline form.
Making them magical is a thought she hasn’t had before, and her head nods excitedly, bobbing enough that water droplets fling from where they’d clung to her whiskers. Between us, I think there’s lots we can get away with that mom’s not against. Vespy might be harder to convince. But I love it! Her voice flickers like gilded thread down the connection between them, wrapped in the soft chime of laughter again.
Once Nova’s started pacing in the water, though, Caly dips her head back in to collect the opal for Vesper, before she’s lifting her head up to blink her gilded gaze at her sister. Should we get an opal for mom, too? That’s what all the followers did, wasn’t it? Brought her beautiful offerings that she would appreciate?
Calypso
your world's an ideal
