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
She’d thought about this day a lot before it’s come up. And now, finding herself drifting from the sky port in New Haven out toward this Dreaming Well she’s never heard of, the young attuned has brought a small bag with her and not much else. She’d been careful not to let him see her arrive in all her finery, the yellow sweater she wears that hangs from her shoulders, revealing the pale tank top underneath it. Her pants cling to her skin, a smooth fabric that’s tucked into black boots, but all of it will be for Kaisel to witness later.
She drops the bag off to the side, hidden away before he can catch wind of her. And she shifts, trading her usual golden sunlight with her tide jaguar - heavy and thick muscled, pale and ivory with the golden bioluminescent spots that radiate all across her skin in place of the black and rainbow spots that would adorn any other jaguar.
Large paws flatten as she comes into his vision, her ears perked and her golden eyes focused on him as he sits there, so horribly handsomely against the wooden beams of the well. She drifts in closer and sits, watching him, waiting to see how he reacts.
She drops the bag off to the side, hidden away before he can catch wind of her. And she shifts, trading her usual golden sunlight with her tide jaguar - heavy and thick muscled, pale and ivory with the golden bioluminescent spots that radiate all across her skin in place of the black and rainbow spots that would adorn any other jaguar.
Large paws flatten as she comes into his vision, her ears perked and her golden eyes focused on him as he sits there, so horribly handsomely against the wooden beams of the well. She drifts in closer and sits, watching him, waiting to see how he reacts.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
