9-1-1, my emergency is my woman

the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold

Her trip on the Skyship isn’t as exciting as Kaisel’s. For the majority of the time, the young blonde remains seated, watching the clouds pass with both indifference and comfort, close to the stars as she is. She’s bundled up, though it doesn’t stop a few people across the ship from staring at her in all the garb. It had been hard to find in Torchline at this time, but she’d scrounged up some of her winter attire and slipped into them the second the air got colder. It’s a cream fur coat she wears, bundled over a yellow sweater and pale jeans. Black boots accompany it, matching the gloves on her fingers and the dark knitted beanie she wears that tucks most of her blonde away, nestled in beautifully with the stunning golden sunny hairpin that Vesper had given her.

It glints with the golden disc in the shape of a sun as she tilts her head as they come in to land, her leather bag slung over her shoulder as she stands once everyone’s ready to depart, and then Caly’s eyes are peeled for Kaisel. She’s half expecting his excitement to outweigh the cool guy chic, leaving him in the main group to await her arrival. But she comes up empty until she’s scanning the outskirts, seeing him sitting on a railing just outside off it, chewing on something he’d snagged presumably on the way,

So she makes her way toward him, stepping with purpose until she’s peering up at him from where he sits on the railing. “Hey you.” She hums, before her gaze is dropping to the goodies he has. “Hope ya weren’t waiting too long.”

Calypso

and she is scorching the skin of my heart