send me flying babe,
wearing diamonds down
wearing diamonds down
Curiosity really starts to get the better of the young woman, despite her siblings sticking nearby. Her gaze drifts, calculatingly between Flora and Hadama, taking them in and their answers to the questions that everyone else pinpoints. Nova’s question is met with a quiet agreement from Calypso, one that meshes with the one from her brother’s own. “Probably.” Her curiosity remains glued to the two leaders as they explain, mentioning that Flora should have it.
Turning her head to peer at her brother with a soft yet somehow sly smile as he makes his agreement, Calypso flashes a wink toward Nova as she straightens a little. Caly nods her head in agreement toward her brother, her blonde pony bouncing with the movement before she shifts her weight and folds her arms across her chest, flashing a beaming smile at Flora despite not knowing who she was. She’s pretty, at least, and powerful it seemed – two things that Calypso could absolutely admire.
But as it stands, distraction comes from her sister who snags her hand, and she flashes an amused smile to Vesper as they part toward the beach, scanning for those shells their mother required for the trinkets they intended to make. “It isn’t all bad, Nova.” She tuts playfully, scouting for the shells as she mulls over her own silent yearning for strength.
Turning her head to peer at her brother with a soft yet somehow sly smile as he makes his agreement, Calypso flashes a wink toward Nova as she straightens a little. Caly nods her head in agreement toward her brother, her blonde pony bouncing with the movement before she shifts her weight and folds her arms across her chest, flashing a beaming smile at Flora despite not knowing who she was. She’s pretty, at least, and powerful it seemed – two things that Calypso could absolutely admire.
But as it stands, distraction comes from her sister who snags her hand, and she flashes an amused smile to Vesper as they part toward the beach, scanning for those shells their mother required for the trinkets they intended to make. “It isn’t all bad, Nova.” She tuts playfully, scouting for the shells as she mulls over her own silent yearning for strength.
Calypso
kiss my neck and make me never doubt you now
