At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on January 25, 2019 at 05:17:28 AM by c a l l i o p e
Calliope
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“My eyes are just as normal as your legs, thank you very much…” Soft, limpid blue oceans stared quietly. No emotions flickered in their depths, not even the smallest reaction to sudden tongue lashing she was receiving. Calli’s chocolate drizzled pinnae twitched at the mention of magic and only then did she start to express the beginnings of an effervescent persona filled with curiosity, like most pups were expected to be. The chastisement completely passed over her head though, like the clouds that drifted through the skies. A small smile turned up her lips, while her mind still pondered the idea of magic! How could someone as normal as she be blessed by such supernatural occurrences? Are you saying that I’m not normal? The question must have made her sound dull and very naïve, maybe even doltish. But the other femme was so wrapped up in her own world that she paid no mind to the petite little vipera. The half-hearted growl that leaked form her lips did not phase the babe, instead she intently watched the screening of emotions that manifested across those electrified skies and caused the inconsistencies in her façade. And it occurred to Calliope that this was a physical manifestation of the songs her avian companions had sung.
The notion seemed to click into place when she spoke aloud what she’d heard in the girl’s lonesome howl, but the girl retorted hotly once more that that was not the case at all, but relented quietly to herself that it was all she could do to control her own destiny. Calli watched quietly, not wanting to further upset or push her boundaries in that moment. Instead she was drawn to watch every reaction, motion, and sound the girl uttered or made. None of it was lyrical like the birds, but it held the same ability to convey a message. At times her body language matched perfectly to the expression on her face while contradicting the words she had only spat out momentarily ago. It was confusing at times to decide which part of this multifaceted expression she was to believe more readily than the others. The fleeting sentiments and emotions that lit or dulled her orbs seemed to be the most honest expression of her inner mind. The words seemed to be a barrier that reacted by throwing its defenses at every little thing that poked at its walls. None of which had been intentional on her part, she only spoke her mind. Calli had no sense for proper conversation, if that hadn’t become exceptionally clear by this point.
Since the majority of her life had been spent all by her lonesome self, Calliope had developed no interpersonal skills. Social cues were lost on her. And so she relied purely on instinct. If there had to be a selected influence on her it would have been the feathered creatures who soared high above her and those who stayed close to the ground. She had studied their behaviors, listening to songs and stories, because even without words to understand, there was meaning behind it all. Calliope seemed to have an innate philosophy, even without realizing it, that words were not necessary to communicating. Sometimes it was small little sounds that mated pairs made to each other, like soft coos or the raucous squawking squabbles she had witnessed. And then there were the singular birds who’s warbling song told a tale of lost love or adventures that crossed the expanse of a world she had yet to discover. They had all at some point or another show her the variety of emotions that existed in this world, purely through sound and action, but never words. At least not ones she understood, but this language barrier prevented nothing. Calli still understood. So when the unnamed stranger commented on her lack of filter Calli could only giggle quietly, but she still listened intently to the words and the story that was being pieced together for her.
Hardly any of it made sense to her, because she lacked a very basic concept: they were NOT normal. To Calli this female was normal, even though she spouted on and on about how she was predetermined to do this, that, and the other… And how her family didn’t understand her or what it was that she felt. The young Tempest was grasping at threads of her life trying her damndest to believe that she would control it. That somehow she would prove something by trying to break the rules set aside for her. Calli got the intense feeling of something akin to a mix a desperateness, a need to control everything, and not understanding how. It was a flustering mixture to say the least and she partially wanted to help the girl and also distract her from that overburdening idea, by changing the subject. Which did little to help.
She hurled more insults at the young dove. Drizzled pinnae wilted from the continuing and growing aggression, but otherwise her eyes remained still and calm. It wasn’t that she had taken it personally, because it didn’t really occur to her to take it as such. Honestly she understood that the tone of her vocals was beyond just assertive, it had become combative and threatening. She recognized it from the way some birds had fought over a single female, but now it was only directed at her and no one else. And then it dissipated. A huff of air dispelled the animosity and it was replaced by confusion and maybe a tinge of sadness. Slowly the drizzled cocoa auds rose away from her crown to face Qiturah. She shook her head gently in response, so as not to interrupt. Qi was one to speak in monologues, by answering her own questions. This time though she looked to Calli for answers to which she again shook her head. All of those terms held no meaning to her, besides rainbow, which to her was a band that sometimes colored the sky after torrential rains and storms. Qi asked who her parents were, where was she from? Who, where, why, why, why….? Calli felt a tumult of emotions roil in her chest. Part of her wanted to break down into tears and the other remained unnaturally still, unreactive to this whole situation. And yet her eyes remained languid and crystal hardly giving up the thoughts her head.
All of what you said is completely new to me, I didn’t realize that magic flowed through these lands of through either of us. To me it was a feeling I’d always known and so I assumed it was normal, but clearly I was wrong… or at least wrong according to the majority opinion… but why does it really matter? Calli glanced down at her limbs, flexing her paws and watching the glittering of scales in the light, wondering the answers to every question she’d been asked herself. I don’t know where I’m from. I don’t know my family, so I’ve chosen to consider myself without one. So, by that logic I am no one, but I am me. Whatever that means. Calli’s eyes stared into Qi’s electric azures, I am me because I know no other way to exist. I’ve got no one to show me the ropes, instead I rely on my environment to tell me what it is that I must know to survive. I do apologize for any inconvenience I have caused you, I did not intend to upset you by any means. It’s just hard to ignore what I hear, since that’s how I can read my environment and what’s going on around me. You don’t have to use words to know what it is trying to be conveyed… Calliope stopped herself from talking any further, because it occurred to her that maybe mentioning the birds would only make the situation worse and make her look more insane to the girl. Even without saying it, she knew that Qi had made a judgement about her, which in its own right was not incorrect. She was naïve, but she had no one, so how could she know how to properly act? Calli pulled the conversation away from herself, What exactly is it that you’re trying to escape from, that your family doesn’t understand? What about this infliction of magic has constrained your free will?
The notion seemed to click into place when she spoke aloud what she’d heard in the girl’s lonesome howl, but the girl retorted hotly once more that that was not the case at all, but relented quietly to herself that it was all she could do to control her own destiny. Calli watched quietly, not wanting to further upset or push her boundaries in that moment. Instead she was drawn to watch every reaction, motion, and sound the girl uttered or made. None of it was lyrical like the birds, but it held the same ability to convey a message. At times her body language matched perfectly to the expression on her face while contradicting the words she had only spat out momentarily ago. It was confusing at times to decide which part of this multifaceted expression she was to believe more readily than the others. The fleeting sentiments and emotions that lit or dulled her orbs seemed to be the most honest expression of her inner mind. The words seemed to be a barrier that reacted by throwing its defenses at every little thing that poked at its walls. None of which had been intentional on her part, she only spoke her mind. Calli had no sense for proper conversation, if that hadn’t become exceptionally clear by this point.
Since the majority of her life had been spent all by her lonesome self, Calliope had developed no interpersonal skills. Social cues were lost on her. And so she relied purely on instinct. If there had to be a selected influence on her it would have been the feathered creatures who soared high above her and those who stayed close to the ground. She had studied their behaviors, listening to songs and stories, because even without words to understand, there was meaning behind it all. Calliope seemed to have an innate philosophy, even without realizing it, that words were not necessary to communicating. Sometimes it was small little sounds that mated pairs made to each other, like soft coos or the raucous squawking squabbles she had witnessed. And then there were the singular birds who’s warbling song told a tale of lost love or adventures that crossed the expanse of a world she had yet to discover. They had all at some point or another show her the variety of emotions that existed in this world, purely through sound and action, but never words. At least not ones she understood, but this language barrier prevented nothing. Calli still understood. So when the unnamed stranger commented on her lack of filter Calli could only giggle quietly, but she still listened intently to the words and the story that was being pieced together for her.
Hardly any of it made sense to her, because she lacked a very basic concept: they were NOT normal. To Calli this female was normal, even though she spouted on and on about how she was predetermined to do this, that, and the other… And how her family didn’t understand her or what it was that she felt. The young Tempest was grasping at threads of her life trying her damndest to believe that she would control it. That somehow she would prove something by trying to break the rules set aside for her. Calli got the intense feeling of something akin to a mix a desperateness, a need to control everything, and not understanding how. It was a flustering mixture to say the least and she partially wanted to help the girl and also distract her from that overburdening idea, by changing the subject. Which did little to help.
She hurled more insults at the young dove. Drizzled pinnae wilted from the continuing and growing aggression, but otherwise her eyes remained still and calm. It wasn’t that she had taken it personally, because it didn’t really occur to her to take it as such. Honestly she understood that the tone of her vocals was beyond just assertive, it had become combative and threatening. She recognized it from the way some birds had fought over a single female, but now it was only directed at her and no one else. And then it dissipated. A huff of air dispelled the animosity and it was replaced by confusion and maybe a tinge of sadness. Slowly the drizzled cocoa auds rose away from her crown to face Qiturah. She shook her head gently in response, so as not to interrupt. Qi was one to speak in monologues, by answering her own questions. This time though she looked to Calli for answers to which she again shook her head. All of those terms held no meaning to her, besides rainbow, which to her was a band that sometimes colored the sky after torrential rains and storms. Qi asked who her parents were, where was she from? Who, where, why, why, why….? Calli felt a tumult of emotions roil in her chest. Part of her wanted to break down into tears and the other remained unnaturally still, unreactive to this whole situation. And yet her eyes remained languid and crystal hardly giving up the thoughts her head.
All of what you said is completely new to me, I didn’t realize that magic flowed through these lands of through either of us. To me it was a feeling I’d always known and so I assumed it was normal, but clearly I was wrong… or at least wrong according to the majority opinion… but why does it really matter? Calli glanced down at her limbs, flexing her paws and watching the glittering of scales in the light, wondering the answers to every question she’d been asked herself. I don’t know where I’m from. I don’t know my family, so I’ve chosen to consider myself without one. So, by that logic I am no one, but I am me. Whatever that means. Calli’s eyes stared into Qi’s electric azures, I am me because I know no other way to exist. I’ve got no one to show me the ropes, instead I rely on my environment to tell me what it is that I must know to survive. I do apologize for any inconvenience I have caused you, I did not intend to upset you by any means. It’s just hard to ignore what I hear, since that’s how I can read my environment and what’s going on around me. You don’t have to use words to know what it is trying to be conveyed… Calliope stopped herself from talking any further, because it occurred to her that maybe mentioning the birds would only make the situation worse and make her look more insane to the girl. Even without saying it, she knew that Qi had made a judgement about her, which in its own right was not incorrect. She was naïve, but she had no one, so how could she know how to properly act? Calli pulled the conversation away from herself, What exactly is it that you’re trying to escape from, that your family doesn’t understand? What about this infliction of magic has constrained your free will?
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