don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
Spying the man crouching as he takes her in, Caly listens for the questions Lyra sends over toward her. He’s bleedin’ an’ way too cold. I’m gonna try ‘n warm him up. She calls back to them, turning her focus onto the man. Her head tilts this way and that, as much of an avian’s shake of her head that she can muster before she’s dropping behind the rock and clicks her beak.
It’s enough space that she can shift into her tide jaguar shift, fur mirroring the snow beneath them if it weren’t for the sunspots glowing from her pelt, but she’s large and warm and with feline gilded eyes she peers up at the man and hopes that she radiates enough heat that he might be able to utilize her to warm up until the rest of the party comes.
Caly relays the information that he’s bleeding and super cold, then shifts to her tide jaguar shift to hopefully give the man something warm to cling to until the rest of the group shows up.
It’s enough space that she can shift into her tide jaguar shift, fur mirroring the snow beneath them if it weren’t for the sunspots glowing from her pelt, but she’s large and warm and with feline gilded eyes she peers up at the man and hopes that she radiates enough heat that he might be able to utilize her to warm up until the rest of the party comes.
Caly relays the information that he’s bleeding and super cold, then shifts to her tide jaguar shift to hopefully give the man something warm to cling to until the rest of the group shows up.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
