I wanna be touched, be loved
Rolling her eyes with a huff of a laugh, Caly pouts her lips dramatically in a way that she knows her sister will understand to mean that her answer isn’t exactly what the attuned is looking for. But as she goes down the roster of people, the mention of Thorn who is someone she hasn’t met but she’s heard of when it came to the House of Midnight, her head tilts as she snickers and scrubs more of the polish on the bracelet in little swirls. “Makes sense. He works at the brothel, yeah?” She asks curiously, head tilting slightly.
It’s brief before she continues to focus on the stars and golden glints, hearing the name Noah and Marcus and realizing she’s only heard of Noah before and it was mostly in passing. “Oh? How so?” She asks with the mention of the magic being softer than Nova’s. She can only imagine having magic to use similarly to how her sister does, but she doesn’t comment on that.
In terms of the Sunbean, though, Caly brightens. “Yeah, a couple. Since Stormbreak’s fallen we’ve gotten a bunch’ve new people from there that’ve moved in. It’s been kinda nice.” She seems charmed by it, warm like the patch of grass the sun’s sat on for an hour or two before passing, harboring the residual heat.
It’s brief before she continues to focus on the stars and golden glints, hearing the name Noah and Marcus and realizing she’s only heard of Noah before and it was mostly in passing. “Oh? How so?” She asks with the mention of the magic being softer than Nova’s. She can only imagine having magic to use similarly to how her sister does, but she doesn’t comment on that.
In terms of the Sunbean, though, Caly brightens. “Yeah, a couple. Since Stormbreak’s fallen we’ve gotten a bunch’ve new people from there that’ve moved in. It’s been kinda nice.” She seems charmed by it, warm like the patch of grass the sun’s sat on for an hour or two before passing, harboring the residual heat.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
