i know i should trust my gut
'cause i know that there's something up
'cause i know that there's something up
Stepping over the sandy dunes, the young attuned makes her way through the warm sands toward the cactus that Melita is thoroughly thwacking at, the main piece to the smaller one she’d almost ran into. Assuming it could be a material of sorts the fiery woman needed, Caly doesn’t question it. She’s still learning, after all. “Yeah, ‘course. No problem.” She hums, dusting more sand off of her clothes as she stays well out of the way of the staff as it comes down, denting and bending the cactus.
As for who she is, she catches the glance and flashes a small playful smile her way. “Name’s Calypso. Most people call me Caly, though.” And because she was being polite and this stranger was unknown to her, she extends the offer back. “Who’re you?”
As for who she is, she catches the glance and flashes a small playful smile her way. “Name’s Calypso. Most people call me Caly, though.” And because she was being polite and this stranger was unknown to her, she extends the offer back. “Who’re you?”
Calypso
i just hate the place that that path would lead me down
