// So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit //
As Marcus branches off toward the wreckage, Caly scouts the way the other avian breaks away and tilts her head sideways to spy Deimos’ suggestion with the direction in question. Sure, no prob!” She chimes back through the attuned bond, flapping her wings with a few harmless sparks that light up bright against the cloudy sky, Caly zips over to scan the environment.
Hearing Marcus’ request, Caly doesn’t head back toward the cave in question. She focuses instead on the path she’d been asked to scout, zipping through the winds that press against her feathers and wings in varying breezes. It’s good practice for her, given it’s the newest shift she has in her arsenal, and she keeps her gaze bright and peeled for anything of note.
Caly scouts in the direction Deimos suggested for anything of note!
Hearing Marcus’ request, Caly doesn’t head back toward the cave in question. She focuses instead on the path she’d been asked to scout, zipping through the winds that press against her feathers and wings in varying breezes. It’s good practice for her, given it’s the newest shift she has in her arsenal, and she keeps her gaze bright and peeled for anything of note.
Caly scouts in the direction Deimos suggested for anything of note!
Calypso
// Better off if you just get over it //
