suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
Chiming a soft little laugh, Caly glances at Theea sidelong as they continue their search, hopefully in the right direction this time. “It’s real nice most of the time. But… Y’know, there’s also times it’s a bit much.” Heaving a soft sigh, because she doesn’t want it to seem like she wasn’t grateful for them. She was, so immensely so, to have her siblings in the way that she does. “They can be real protective sometimes to the point I think I’d rather just stay in an’ take a nap.” Her laugh returns, soft and edged with a bit of nostalgia, like these are things she’d admire later on when she was older and they weren’t all wound at the hip like they were now.
But when Theea speaks next, her voice is lighter and dripping with honesty that warms the attuned’s heart. “I’m glad I met ya too, Theea.” She murmurs with an equal amount of honesty - because it was nice to have someone in your corner, especially ones that weren’t forced to be like family was.
Stilling immediately with the sudden way Theea’s breath catches, her brows lifting as she whips her head over to where she’s looking and she can also see the pale yellow splash of wood, the house still standing despite the years, harboring multitudes of memories that Caly can’t even imagine what it might be like to have.
“Yay!” She chirps for a moment, running after her friend through the sand as they approach it and she takes in all of the wind swept appearance, the dry wood, the cracked paint. The history that lingers in the home that she can’t even imagine what it ight be like. She stops abruptly behind Theea, reaching out to touch the paint on the bannister of the porch before she beams a vibrant smile over at her. “’Course I do!” She agrees, hopping up to join her on the porch to enter the dusty interior.
Stepping in once Theea lets her, Caly's smile brightens even further, taking in the interior with a swell of happiness for her friend. "I'm so happy for you. Oh! We can make lists of stuff to get ya like a lil house warmin' thing. An' I can help ya clean it if ya want?"
But when Theea speaks next, her voice is lighter and dripping with honesty that warms the attuned’s heart. “I’m glad I met ya too, Theea.” She murmurs with an equal amount of honesty - because it was nice to have someone in your corner, especially ones that weren’t forced to be like family was.
Stilling immediately with the sudden way Theea’s breath catches, her brows lifting as she whips her head over to where she’s looking and she can also see the pale yellow splash of wood, the house still standing despite the years, harboring multitudes of memories that Caly can’t even imagine what it might be like to have.
“Yay!” She chirps for a moment, running after her friend through the sand as they approach it and she takes in all of the wind swept appearance, the dry wood, the cracked paint. The history that lingers in the home that she can’t even imagine what it ight be like. She stops abruptly behind Theea, reaching out to touch the paint on the bannister of the porch before she beams a vibrant smile over at her. “’Course I do!” She agrees, hopping up to join her on the porch to enter the dusty interior.
Stepping in once Theea lets her, Caly's smile brightens even further, taking in the interior with a swell of happiness for her friend. "I'm so happy for you. Oh! We can make lists of stuff to get ya like a lil house warmin' thing. An' I can help ya clean it if ya want?"
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
