know i'll stay beside that telephone line
“Thanks for meetin’ me.” Caly says softly as she steps beside her father, decked out in a gold sweater and pale pants that are tucked neatly into black boots, stepping across the glittering sand. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, with the golden clip Vesper had gotten her tucked in neatly into her blonde strands, adorned with golden jewelry on her ears and a few necklaces that stack neatly.
In her hands she holds a variety of purple and dark blue blooms, nestled into a bouquet of glittering, star-lit hues of glass additions in pink, orange, and yellow. A sunset, if there ever were one. An offering for her mother that she intends to bring to the top of the lighthouse. “An’ thanks for helpin’ out at the party. I uh, had some question’s ‘bout it I thought y’might be able to help with.” She doesn’t know about Jack's mind readability, so it takes her some time to formulate her thoughts in a way that she could explain them rather than leaving out her gilded mind like a perfectly prized book for Vesper to rifle through. What she does know is that Jack knew Flora the best out of everyone, as far as she could tell, so it made sense to go and ask him about what the Queen's intentions often were. If there were other sides to it or if she could trust it at face value.
“Flora came t’see me and told me everythin’ happened before Kai and I were together but I dunno her as well as you do, so I was hopin’ if you could help me figure out the whole kinda vibe goin’ on there. I... don’t wanna be blindsided again.” The tone of her voice drops with the thought, a whisper of her frustration and anger of having been made a fool at her own birthday party by being completely unaware of everything everyone else seemed to be aware of. A feeling that continued to chafe and burn. “Kai sent me a letter. An’ now Flora’s askin’ if we wanna keep the bar an’ while I love it... I also kinda knew she might want it back, so, I dunno if I should? Give it back, that is. Guess I'm feelin’ a bit pushed outta everything right now.” She sighs, rolling her eyes for how frustrated and whiny she sounds, but she’s still young. Her emotions hit her a touch too sharply where she hasn’t had the years to harden it. And between receiving the letter from Kaisel and Flora's request, well, she feels suddenly aimless.
In her hands she holds a variety of purple and dark blue blooms, nestled into a bouquet of glittering, star-lit hues of glass additions in pink, orange, and yellow. A sunset, if there ever were one. An offering for her mother that she intends to bring to the top of the lighthouse. “An’ thanks for helpin’ out at the party. I uh, had some question’s ‘bout it I thought y’might be able to help with.” She doesn’t know about Jack's mind readability, so it takes her some time to formulate her thoughts in a way that she could explain them rather than leaving out her gilded mind like a perfectly prized book for Vesper to rifle through. What she does know is that Jack knew Flora the best out of everyone, as far as she could tell, so it made sense to go and ask him about what the Queen's intentions often were. If there were other sides to it or if she could trust it at face value.
“Flora came t’see me and told me everythin’ happened before Kai and I were together but I dunno her as well as you do, so I was hopin’ if you could help me figure out the whole kinda vibe goin’ on there. I... don’t wanna be blindsided again.” The tone of her voice drops with the thought, a whisper of her frustration and anger of having been made a fool at her own birthday party by being completely unaware of everything everyone else seemed to be aware of. A feeling that continued to chafe and burn. “Kai sent me a letter. An’ now Flora’s askin’ if we wanna keep the bar an’ while I love it... I also kinda knew she might want it back, so, I dunno if I should? Give it back, that is. Guess I'm feelin’ a bit pushed outta everything right now.” She sighs, rolling her eyes for how frustrated and whiny she sounds, but she’s still young. Her emotions hit her a touch too sharply where she hasn’t had the years to harden it. And between receiving the letter from Kaisel and Flora's request, well, she feels suddenly aimless.
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
