// i could get lost in pillowed dreams //
Her sister’s blue eyes drift toward her than fall away again, the quiet hollow I know only offering a means of a spark of frustration from Calypso – causing her to look back out over the rail of the skyship to peer out over Hak Etme as they pass over it in a much shorter fashion than they would having to walk across the entirety of it. She works her jaw, letting that flare within her, because as Nova’s sister she feels the right to be able to tell her how things are without it coming out as a judgement from a stranger, the way that Nova might be able to take it and listen.
“Sooooo, why are ya actin’ like it?” She asks point blank, leaning on the railing before her head angles toward her sister while the wind whips at her golden waves. The chill doesn’t bother her, not with the promise of the fire in the braziers nearby to warm them up after, but her sleeves do get bunched into her palms to give her something to fiddle with as she waits for her sister’s response.
“Sooooo, why are ya actin’ like it?” She asks point blank, leaning on the railing before her head angles toward her sister while the wind whips at her golden waves. The chill doesn’t bother her, not with the promise of the fire in the braziers nearby to warm them up after, but her sleeves do get bunched into her palms to give her something to fiddle with as she waits for her sister’s response.
Calypso
// caught in a stitch of what could be //
