i know i should trust my gut
'cause i know that there's something up
'cause i know that there's something up
At least, for Melita’s pride, there’s no judgement from Calypso on the cactus’ resilience. If anything, she glares at it in turn too, until the fiery haired woman’s name is offered. “Nice to meet ya.” She hums with a bright smile, one sunny and vibrant as she steps toward the cactus in question. She doesn’t have much of anything herself to work with that she wouldn’t have to touch the cactus with her bare hands (or paws), but she does find a sunbleached stick poking out of the sand.
Stepping over to pull it from the sand, it takes at least three tugs before it’s free and she can focus on the cactus, ensuring that her own swing doesn’t interfere with Melita’s own. “Don’t touch it, got it!” She winds herself up, waiting until Melita’s beginning to withdraw from the cactus to hoist the stick and aim to thwack it into the dented side to help get it knocked down for the demigod.
Stepping over to pull it from the sand, it takes at least three tugs before it’s free and she can focus on the cactus, ensuring that her own swing doesn’t interfere with Melita’s own. “Don’t touch it, got it!” She winds herself up, waiting until Melita’s beginning to withdraw from the cactus to hoist the stick and aim to thwack it into the dented side to help get it knocked down for the demigod.
Calypso
i just hate the place that that path would lead me down
