[PQ] all smiles, but no one remembers our names

don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real

Caly continues her path, large pale paws gripping the stones easily as she drifts and scents some gulls on the breeze. Approaching within eyesight, she hesitates as she sees them across the cliffs, stunned and paused as if frozen, wings drooping and bodies close to the ground as if having scouted something terrible.

It isn’t directed at her, as far as she knows though, so she turns and trots back to the rest of the group, offering her own portion of the investigation to the rest of them on the heels of Nova and Lena’s own. The gulls along the cliffs are stunned. Might’ve seen somethin’ they’re scared of? She suggests, her pale ears perking forward curiously.

Calypso

your world's an ideal