// So go and pitch your fit, no one gives a shit //
Once Bucket was settled on the sled, Caly’s attention flits back toward Deimos with the question – already quietly reaching for her sunstreak shift. The jaguar bobs her head, whiskers twitching before they soon vanish in favor for a beak and harmless sparks that shoot off her wings and tail. Sure, no problem! She chimes to the Warden.
Taking a moment to shake off the cold that settles in her bones again with the smaller form, Caly takes to the skies with a glitter of sparks – wings catching on the breezes to take her toward the falcon and the two figures. They’re strangers to her, but she recognizes the chill that has seeped into the figure’s bones, chirping a sound toward them to see if they might move before she descends presumably with Belial and Marcus to help the two.
Caly zooms over to Marcus to help with the two other hunters!
Taking a moment to shake off the cold that settles in her bones again with the smaller form, Caly takes to the skies with a glitter of sparks – wings catching on the breezes to take her toward the falcon and the two figures. They’re strangers to her, but she recognizes the chill that has seeped into the figure’s bones, chirping a sound toward them to see if they might move before she descends presumably with Belial and Marcus to help the two.
Caly zooms over to Marcus to help with the two other hunters!
Calypso
// Better off if you just get over it //
