suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
She takes in Jack’s information, cementing it down into the never ending folders of her mind of random but potentially useful information. She recalled the Fae weren’t huge fans of the rest of them – the abandoned, attuned, accepted, and the like, but they’d become more tolerant over the more recent history of Caido. As for the Mathair, though, she leans over the rail alongside her sister – peering at it from above as it sticks out over the rest of the forest like the god she was.
“Wow.” She murmurs with surprise, having not seen her in person so far. Maybe she’ll make a trip out there while they’re here in the Greatwood. She glances over toward Nova with the question, though, a soft smile tugging on her lips. “Prolly feels longer walkin’ through it. Heard the trees move around ‘n make you travel weird sometimes.” The same path taken that could take fifteen minutes might take hours if the Greatwood had her say about it.
But she looks back at Jack in her own silent question to ask Jack if that is indeed the end of the woods or if something else lurked beyond it.
“Wow.” She murmurs with surprise, having not seen her in person so far. Maybe she’ll make a trip out there while they’re here in the Greatwood. She glances over toward Nova with the question, though, a soft smile tugging on her lips. “Prolly feels longer walkin’ through it. Heard the trees move around ‘n make you travel weird sometimes.” The same path taken that could take fifteen minutes might take hours if the Greatwood had her say about it.
But she looks back at Jack in her own silent question to ask Jack if that is indeed the end of the woods or if something else lurked beyond it.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
