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
She hears Hadama mentally as she bolts down the sand, his voice welcoming enough that the young sunshine woman begins her shift into a pale and white tide jaguar if only to be able to communicate that much better. Two feet become four paws racing down the island and kicking up sand as she grows a little sound of agreement verbally before sending to Nova, He’s herding them to us!
Her paws meet the cold water and a shiver has her tail thrashing, but the pale and gold tide jaguar stays her hand (paw?) and her golden gaze stares into the water, searching for the poking and prodding of fins to appear above the water. So long as they got shallow enough to strike, Caly can snag one and drag it further up on the beach – and that’s entirely what she intends on doing. I'm gonna try to snag one up onto the beach for us. Comes the mental note to her sister.
Her paws meet the cold water and a shiver has her tail thrashing, but the pale and gold tide jaguar stays her hand (paw?) and her golden gaze stares into the water, searching for the poking and prodding of fins to appear above the water. So long as they got shallow enough to strike, Caly can snag one and drag it further up on the beach – and that’s entirely what she intends on doing. I'm gonna try to snag one up onto the beach for us. Comes the mental note to her sister.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
