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
It takes some time, but the two women get to work – focusing intensely on trying to find the perfect stone to go along with the rest of them (for matching options, of course, now that they have their own and Vesper’s to match theirs. It seemed only fair.) And so as she dives her pale, ivory and golden head into the water, she perks up only when she hears her sister’s trill of having found one that the tide jaguar bounds over in splashes that wet the walkway along the side to see which one her sister’s found.
Pride emanates from the find of the purple hued opal, and the tide jaguar nuzzles her sister’s shoulder affectionately before she withdraws enough to ensure she has the stones she’d collected in her mouth. Ready when you are! She chimes, whiskers flicking contently before she’s darting through the rest of the water toward the shrine in the distance, waiting until they get close enough to shift and go try to meet their mother.
- FIN
Pride emanates from the find of the purple hued opal, and the tide jaguar nuzzles her sister’s shoulder affectionately before she withdraws enough to ensure she has the stones she’d collected in her mouth. Ready when you are! She chimes, whiskers flicking contently before she’s darting through the rest of the water toward the shrine in the distance, waiting until they get close enough to shift and go try to meet their mother.
- FIN
Calypso
your world's an ideal
