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
The young attuned had not ventured out this far before, though she isn’t sure why she hasn’t yet. Supposedly it had a lot to do with her father and had its own little secret network that honestly Calypso couldn’t be more excited to learn about. Of course, she doesn’t want to be too overt about it, preferring to snoop around rather than blatantly ask about the secret network that thrived within these dark caves.
So as the bird drifts into the tunnels, it’s toward a pale tide jaguar with golden rosettes that seems to be peering around the edge of an entrance into a cave – one littered with broken crates and stones with moss sat within, nestled amongst broken down metal items, rusting from being forgotten or unused within. Her tail flickers curiously as she ducks her head to step into it, scouting for anyone around despite how her hearing has proven to her otherwise there isn’t much more than the lapping of the water from a pool within against the rockery and the flapping of bird wings. Hmm… What’s in here I wonder. She muses to herself, curiosity getting the best of her.
So as the bird drifts into the tunnels, it’s toward a pale tide jaguar with golden rosettes that seems to be peering around the edge of an entrance into a cave – one littered with broken crates and stones with moss sat within, nestled amongst broken down metal items, rusting from being forgotten or unused within. Her tail flickers curiously as she ducks her head to step into it, scouting for anyone around despite how her hearing has proven to her otherwise there isn’t much more than the lapping of the water from a pool within against the rockery and the flapping of bird wings. Hmm… What’s in here I wonder. She muses to herself, curiosity getting the best of her.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
