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
A flyin’ rainbow. Caly chimes with the mental equivalent of a giggle, trailing after her sister as she hops over toward the water to see the reflection. The jaguar hasn’t forgotten about the vines, and remains on high alert as her sister spreads the wings out and flaps them a few times.
Seeing the movement in the corner of her gaze as she glares into the undergrowth for the vines to try and attack again, she looks down to her sister when the upset hits, her pale head lowering to bump her gently with her nose. You’ll get it, Nova, don’t worry. But I think maybe we should practice a bit closer to home, yeah? She keeps her head there in case she wants to climb up onto the scruff of fur and settle between her shoulders.
And if she does, Caly will definitely start heading back toward Torchline and the comfort of home.
Seeing the movement in the corner of her gaze as she glares into the undergrowth for the vines to try and attack again, she looks down to her sister when the upset hits, her pale head lowering to bump her gently with her nose. You’ll get it, Nova, don’t worry. But I think maybe we should practice a bit closer to home, yeah? She keeps her head there in case she wants to climb up onto the scruff of fur and settle between her shoulders.
And if she does, Caly will definitely start heading back toward Torchline and the comfort of home.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
