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
With the agreement had for checking out the new food spot for the birds, Caly trails after the flock of birds and alongside her sister as they drift down the cliffs, pausing only when the birds depart and shriek, watching her sister pounce out at one before remembering what they were there for. A soft and warm laugh leaves the pale tide jaguar through the attuned bond for her sister, watching as she shifts and takes to the sky.
Which leaves Calypso to focus on the ground, something she thinks she can manage without having a flighted shift of her own. Good luck! She chimes to Nova as she gets to work, head lowered as she drifts further in, searching for anything of note that the birds might have eaten on the ground.
Caly checks on the ground!
Which leaves Calypso to focus on the ground, something she thinks she can manage without having a flighted shift of her own. Good luck! She chimes to Nova as she gets to work, head lowered as she drifts further in, searching for anything of note that the birds might have eaten on the ground.
Caly checks on the ground!
Calypso
your world's an ideal
