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
Following her own internal line of thoughts, the pulse of curiosity knows no bounds for the young tide jaguar. She drifts toward where the pale pink bird flits and clings to the crag in the wall, her head tilting and whiskers flexing as she inspects. I’m Calypso. She offers easily, finding a place that’s less wet to sit and let her pale ears perk toward the bird now that she’s spotted Lena.
The question has a feline flick of amusement escaping her, one that she doesn’t quite know how to hide yet to keep her intentions from being known. So, poor Lena gets the full brunt of all the whims that take the young woman this way and that. I was lookin’ for some gems or gold jewelry that might’ve been forgotten about. Smuggler tunnels seemed a pretty good place to find something that others didn’t want to find, all things considered.
The question has a feline flick of amusement escaping her, one that she doesn’t quite know how to hide yet to keep her intentions from being known. So, poor Lena gets the full brunt of all the whims that take the young woman this way and that. I was lookin’ for some gems or gold jewelry that might’ve been forgotten about. Smuggler tunnels seemed a pretty good place to find something that others didn’t want to find, all things considered.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
