I wanna be touched, be loved
Amber eyes light up as she takes in the area, the workshop that smells of wood and magic, the scent of something charred and mysterious alongside the low lighting. Dust collects in the form of old plans written out, the barely there scent of old ink. It’s Nova’s space that Caly finds nearly immediately in her quiet search, the smile on her face brightening to see the glitter that sparkles with every inch of a step take toward it.
The sparkly sign in a nice addition too, if she’s being honest, and she can’t help but to giggle slightly to see it. “Wow.” She hums contently, dragged along toward the space and ignoring the exasperated looks from everyone else in the Guild while they go. As her sister starts to rummage through the tools needed, she starts to work at the bracelet on her wrist – having never taken it off since it was put on, stopping halfway through the attempt to look up at Nova to see the wire brush. “Oh that’ll be perfect.” Not like she knows anything about it – leaving to her sister to focus on first.
But if it’s what’s needed, Caly’s happy to let her take the reins on that. “On it!” She chimes, finally unclasping her bracelet and sets the jewelry down on the edge of the table where her sister’s instructed, leaning her hip against the edge of the table to watch her sister work. “So what else have ya been makin’?” She asks curiously, spying the sharp looking dagger and the tiny hat with curiosity and warmth exuding from her.
The sparkly sign in a nice addition too, if she’s being honest, and she can’t help but to giggle slightly to see it. “Wow.” She hums contently, dragged along toward the space and ignoring the exasperated looks from everyone else in the Guild while they go. As her sister starts to rummage through the tools needed, she starts to work at the bracelet on her wrist – having never taken it off since it was put on, stopping halfway through the attempt to look up at Nova to see the wire brush. “Oh that’ll be perfect.” Not like she knows anything about it – leaving to her sister to focus on first.
But if it’s what’s needed, Caly’s happy to let her take the reins on that. “On it!” She chimes, finally unclasping her bracelet and sets the jewelry down on the edge of the table where her sister’s instructed, leaning her hip against the edge of the table to watch her sister work. “So what else have ya been makin’?” She asks curiously, spying the sharp looking dagger and the tiny hat with curiosity and warmth exuding from her.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
