enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Feeling far more comfortable with the situation she’s found herself in (her siblings moving back and no longer straying from King’s End, even if it was her choice to remain), Caly is just as golden as the sun that hides behind the multiple storm clouds crossing overhead. Rain and thunder scream across the sky, making Mourn’s valleys a bit drearier as she stands with her sister at the edge of the grasses.
She can see New Haven in the distance, a bit of a dark shape on the edge of where she can see through the thick clouds, and when she turns back to her sister it’s with a wide grin as she surveys the area. “So, looks like the Archon put up markers ‘n stuff to show us where we should focus on.” Thoughtful of him, she thinks. “So I guess we start workin’ our way down the path here. If you could get the animals outta here I can start makin’ the ground ready for the river?” There’s a wagon that she’d paid someone in the town to lug up here for them, full of rocks and stones that she thinks might help make a bank as she inevitably works to dig the edges out.
She can see New Haven in the distance, a bit of a dark shape on the edge of where she can see through the thick clouds, and when she turns back to her sister it’s with a wide grin as she surveys the area. “So, looks like the Archon put up markers ‘n stuff to show us where we should focus on.” Thoughtful of him, she thinks. “So I guess we start workin’ our way down the path here. If you could get the animals outta here I can start makin’ the ground ready for the river?” There’s a wagon that she’d paid someone in the town to lug up here for them, full of rocks and stones that she thinks might help make a bank as she inevitably works to dig the edges out.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
