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
Good! Caly chimes back through the bond, as if it was all the threat needed that despite the fact they were their own people – they were still attached far closer than most siblings. Whether that’s because they’re all triplets or simply because they come from Safrin… well, it’s anyone’s guess.
Nose wrinkling and playfully evading as much as she can for the repayment of the water that sprinkles down onto her, the white tide jaguar’s tail flicks playfully as she collects the stones and offers her thoughts to whether or not they should include their mother with the idea of making these opals far more than just statement jewelry pieces. I bet she’d want something blue or… lilac? They’d seen their mother in a multitude of hues, but something about a deep blue and lilac purple always seemed to make Safrin shine that much brighter. And it’s a memory that has Caly’s heart suddenly longing with missing their mother so much so that as Nova starts the search for more stones and makes the suggestion of seeing her sooner rather than later, the young pale jaguar nearly leaps at the opportunity. Yes!
She does hop to it, then, seeking out any kind of stone or gem hidden within the geyser’s warm and wet roads for anything of interest for their mother – finding a deep purple painted rock that she collects along with the opal already collected in her jaws. Let me know if you find anything! She chimes back toward Nova, pausing in her search to see how well her sister was fairing.
Nose wrinkling and playfully evading as much as she can for the repayment of the water that sprinkles down onto her, the white tide jaguar’s tail flicks playfully as she collects the stones and offers her thoughts to whether or not they should include their mother with the idea of making these opals far more than just statement jewelry pieces. I bet she’d want something blue or… lilac? They’d seen their mother in a multitude of hues, but something about a deep blue and lilac purple always seemed to make Safrin shine that much brighter. And it’s a memory that has Caly’s heart suddenly longing with missing their mother so much so that as Nova starts the search for more stones and makes the suggestion of seeing her sooner rather than later, the young pale jaguar nearly leaps at the opportunity. Yes!
She does hop to it, then, seeking out any kind of stone or gem hidden within the geyser’s warm and wet roads for anything of interest for their mother – finding a deep purple painted rock that she collects along with the opal already collected in her jaws. Let me know if you find anything! She chimes back toward Nova, pausing in her search to see how well her sister was fairing.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
