// So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit //
Rising into the sky, Caly’s wings beat to let her catch a wind that hopefully will send them in the right direction. Her golden gaze flits over to spy Marcus as he arrives, the clack of his beak met with a thrum of sparkling sunlight through the Attuned bond of utmost confidence. Anytime!”
ON the winds with the eagle and the peryton, Caly’s gaze focuses on the ground for anything of note, zipping forward and falling back on occasion to remain with the group – right when it begins to make sense. She can see the herd in the distance, despite how well they blend into the surroundings. As her gaze scans further, though, she greets Deimos’ question from below. I can see a broken sled ‘n a wagon. No horses or reindeer. She relays, twisting on a wind to glance down to the hellhound to see what their next step might be.
Caly relays her findings!
ON the winds with the eagle and the peryton, Caly’s gaze focuses on the ground for anything of note, zipping forward and falling back on occasion to remain with the group – right when it begins to make sense. She can see the herd in the distance, despite how well they blend into the surroundings. As her gaze scans further, though, she greets Deimos’ question from below. I can see a broken sled ‘n a wagon. No horses or reindeer. She relays, twisting on a wind to glance down to the hellhound to see what their next step might be.
Caly relays her findings!
Calypso
// Better off if you just get over it //
