why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher
She doesn’t mind once the illusions begin to vanish and fade – too focused on her sister’s attention on her and the hand that holds the necklace up for her to inspect (positive that’s what she’s looking at). Her gaze flits to the finger pointed at her now, the golden threads of magic that bloom and spiral and twirl out that feel warm against the necklace on her skin. “Really?” Caly asks with quiet awe and admiration for her sister, not exactly questioning her but surprised.
Thinking about it, Caly’s grin brightens as her sister sits back on her heels and she taps the necklace to activate it – the shimmery protective glistens with gold as it pours over her skin like a second layer – and the attuned sits back on her heels and glances down to see it working on herself before she’s looking back at Nova with a bright grin. “It feels stronger, I think?”
Thinking about it, Caly’s grin brightens as her sister sits back on her heels and she taps the necklace to activate it – the shimmery protective glistens with gold as it pours over her skin like a second layer – and the attuned sits back on her heels and glances down to see it working on herself before she’s looking back at Nova with a bright grin. “It feels stronger, I think?”
Calypso
it's curious, the flame of the fire
