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
King’s End felt more like a trial run for how fucking cold Halo was. And all the bundled clothes that the young attuned had that she could rotate through back home (the new home, she realizes), is all put on today. The cold bit hard and she wasn’t sure whether or not this was a good idea. But Nova was here and Deimos had always been nice – and one of their mother’s chosen – so she’s confident that they’ll be okay in the long run.
So, Caly, despite the bundles, has followed the advice that Deimos had granted and hopes that her tide jaguar’s body would offer enough warmth against the cold on the trek there to arrive in a pelt that blended in far too well than her sister’s – pale white with the golden, glittering spots of her leopard whorls, whiskers flickering in uncertainty as she trots up to the hellhound without any wariness. Deimos? She asks curiously through the attuned bond, curiosity and a very brief note of apprehension blooming in her chest and down the bond on the off chance she was wrong.
She’s pretty sure she’s right though.
Caly arrives in her tide jaguar shift!
So, Caly, despite the bundles, has followed the advice that Deimos had granted and hopes that her tide jaguar’s body would offer enough warmth against the cold on the trek there to arrive in a pelt that blended in far too well than her sister’s – pale white with the golden, glittering spots of her leopard whorls, whiskers flickering in uncertainty as she trots up to the hellhound without any wariness. Deimos? She asks curiously through the attuned bond, curiosity and a very brief note of apprehension blooming in her chest and down the bond on the off chance she was wrong.
She’s pretty sure she’s right though.
Caly arrives in her tide jaguar shift!
Calypso
your world's an ideal
