there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
“That’s real nice of ya.” She comments, distracted only by the glittering gold of it – the beauty of it glittering and shining as she tries to figure it out. It’s a comfortable weight, one that the young attuned could absolutely get used to – and while her sister delves into the comfort of the white plush robe, she tests it out a few different ways before she gets it to work.
It takes the touch before the golden layer overcomes her skin and the robe she wears, and the gasp that escapes her is pure delight and awe – eyes glittering with a vibrant amber hue as she looks back at her sister with the brightest smile she’s had in weeks. “Aw Novaaaaaaa!” She chimes in a slight whine of appreciation and surprise, awe coating her tone.
When her sister rocks back on her feet, she surges forward to wrap her in a warm and tight hug. “It’s so pretty. It’s perfect.” She squeezes her tightly, embracing her sister to convey all the feelings of adoration that she can’t muster.
It takes the touch before the golden layer overcomes her skin and the robe she wears, and the gasp that escapes her is pure delight and awe – eyes glittering with a vibrant amber hue as she looks back at her sister with the brightest smile she’s had in weeks. “Aw Novaaaaaaa!” She chimes in a slight whine of appreciation and surprise, awe coating her tone.
When her sister rocks back on her feet, she surges forward to wrap her in a warm and tight hug. “It’s so pretty. It’s perfect.” She squeezes her tightly, embracing her sister to convey all the feelings of adoration that she can’t muster.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
