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
Curiosity thankfully doesn’t kill the tide jaguar as she drifts into the cavern, stepping through small stagnant pools of water that have remained from when the tide had come in earlier and subsequently left. For now, though, the young woman investigates, searching through a spilled open crate, through rusted metals that don’t call to her except for the gold trinkets here and there.
Not that they’re of any use, of course, but they’re shiny and could maybe be cleaned up. It’s as she snags one of them in her jowls that she hears the hello, pale ears perking up as she whips her head up to scan the room – spotting a small colorful bird. Hello..? She asks curiously. It isn’t her first time with the attuned bond, but it is her first where it isn’t solely shared with her siblings.
Not that they’re of any use, of course, but they’re shiny and could maybe be cleaned up. It’s as she snags one of them in her jowls that she hears the hello, pale ears perking up as she whips her head up to scan the room – spotting a small colorful bird. Hello..? She asks curiously. It isn’t her first time with the attuned bond, but it is her first where it isn’t solely shared with her siblings.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
