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
Keeping the sapphire within her maw was a relatively easy task, one that the tide jaguar continues when she stumbles upon the horrid rotten fish crate. Nose wrinkling, the bond bubbles with amusement and laughter, tinkling like bells as she recoils and her tail flits back and forth, annoyed. Oh no, not at all! Who would be, she wants to ask – but already she’s forgetting the scent and the crate behind to see where Lena’s flit over to.
Her pale head lifts over the crate, a golden eye peering down as Lena moves around the pieces of clothing until something gold sparkled from beneath them. Ooh, what’s that? Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and her curiosity knows no bounds right here with the glint that matches the rosettes on her pelt and her eyes.
Her pale head lifts over the crate, a golden eye peering down as Lena moves around the pieces of clothing until something gold sparkled from beneath them. Ooh, what’s that? Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and her curiosity knows no bounds right here with the glint that matches the rosettes on her pelt and her eyes.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
