// So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit //
So new. Caly agrees with a mental chime of a laugh, one that softens into something warm and content and of pure excitement at having the option to fly now. She draws silent to listen to Deimos’ suggestion, nodding her head that sends her beak in a sharp dive down and rise – like she still isn’t quite used to the shift just yet.
It all spirals out when she hears the birds above and her sister’s call – and she wastes little time in deciding to hand over the reins of this shift to the instincts of the sunstreak, immediately making her way to take flight (rocky as it is), toward the rooftop to try and help her sister out from being attacked by all of those birds. I'm comin' Nova!
Caly flies up to help her sister with the ningos!
It all spirals out when she hears the birds above and her sister’s call – and she wastes little time in deciding to hand over the reins of this shift to the instincts of the sunstreak, immediately making her way to take flight (rocky as it is), toward the rooftop to try and help her sister out from being attacked by all of those birds. I'm comin' Nova!
Caly flies up to help her sister with the ningos!
Calypso
// Better off if you just get over it //
