do you feel like a young god?
Infinitely charmed by what The Ark has to say, her warmth only seems to bloom with the fact she’d done fine cleaning. The comment that sticks with her is the fact she’d been more interesting in her day to day and gods if that isn’t an ego boost. Trying to tame it, her bright grin shifts toward a playful amusement – knowing, calculated, as if she can determine precisely which parts of the time she’d spent on the Ark might have been the most fun.
Those thoughts fade surprisingly quickly, though, with the nod toward the lower rows – where Flora and Kaisel sit, two people whom she’d been trying her best to avoid acknowledging their presence. Her nose wrinkles slightly, her own irritation blooming shortly like ink in water as she watches the display below.
“Oop.” She breathes, looking away the second she sees the spillage and the aftermath, her hand coming up to run through her golden hair as if she was nothing more than indifferent to what’s occurred below and certainly didn’t have a hand in it. She’s insanely pleased with the result, though, and as Jack mutters to the Ark and then to her, she snorts softly and beams a smile toward them. “Was a great shot. Two birds ‘n one stone.” She praises brightly.
Those thoughts fade surprisingly quickly, though, with the nod toward the lower rows – where Flora and Kaisel sit, two people whom she’d been trying her best to avoid acknowledging their presence. Her nose wrinkles slightly, her own irritation blooming shortly like ink in water as she watches the display below.
“Oop.” She breathes, looking away the second she sees the spillage and the aftermath, her hand coming up to run through her golden hair as if she was nothing more than indifferent to what’s occurred below and certainly didn’t have a hand in it. She’s insanely pleased with the result, though, and as Jack mutters to the Ark and then to her, she snorts softly and beams a smile toward them. “Was a great shot. Two birds ‘n one stone.” She praises brightly.
Calypso
