suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
The nod offered to her is confirmation to her question, and as he explains further, she latches onto the comment to file it away with the rest of the information she’s been soaking up this whole trip. “No shit.” Caly says with a bit of surprise, her thin frame leaning over the edge of the rail again so she can see the way the river divides it up into smaller islands, unsure why she’d thought they were all connected. Probably the trees, she supposes.
A soft “huh,” leaves her as she peers at their directions, unable to answer her sister’s question over whether or not it would grow bigger – unsure whether or not it hasn’t over the centuries it’s been around. But instead, the question that leaves her sister’s lips that grants her attention is the one about the war, and while she seems to innocently peer at the rest of the Greatwood flying beneath, she’s captivated entirely on listening for Jack’s voice and the answer within it.
A soft “huh,” leaves her as she peers at their directions, unable to answer her sister’s question over whether or not it would grow bigger – unsure whether or not it hasn’t over the centuries it’s been around. But instead, the question that leaves her sister’s lips that grants her attention is the one about the war, and while she seems to innocently peer at the rest of the Greatwood flying beneath, she’s captivated entirely on listening for Jack’s voice and the answer within it.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
