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She quietly tiptoes along the edge of the woods, in hopes that not a single soul would notice the cream and white colored girl. The grass rustles against her legs, it feels soft as it tickles her in passing. She halts for a brief moment to grab a few of the succulent grasses at her hooves, their sweet taste bursts with flavor over her tongue. A soft smile touches her dark lips, the grass here was just as sweet as she had always remembered it. She glances quickly around her before she steps forward once more, she was to return home.

Ears swivel atop her delicately chiseled crown, she was well aware of the reputation of this place. Her hooves are lightly placed, deer like in her actions. She, of course, attributes this to her akhal-teke heritage. Her mother was, simply put, beautiful... her coat pure white, unblemished. Her icy blue eyes, and flowing tresses were something that Caly always hoped she would inherit. She smiles, at the thought of her mother, she had always been kind to her as a child. She daydreams of the days, when she would frolic through the warm turquoise waves of their home.

She had been so engrossed in her daydream, to hardly take notice of her admirer. His presence was made known as he abruptly burst through the trees to block her path. She stares up at him from beneath a veil of dark lashes, she takes a breath in sharply. He had quite surprised her. Keep your composure Caly. She takes a step back, masking her surprise with a gentle smile.

"Yes, you are correct about that."She offers in a sweet melody, it was like that of a creek as it babbles over rocks. She offers a sweet answer on the outside, yet, she inwardly curses herself for such foolishness. She knew that this place was full of lurking men and danger at every curve. She could feel her muscles tensing. Yet, his next words peak her interest. Atlantis... He was king of Atlantis. She barely caught his name or the pet name he chose to call her. All she could think of was Atlantis.

Danger lurks beneath those emerald eyes, every sense in her body told her to run... but she couldn't move. She wanted to know more about Atlantis. What had become of her birthplace? Had he seen her mother? She swallows her questions, she bid her time, and opened her mouth to make small talk. "I am Calypso, my friends call me Caly." She dares to take a step closer, she takes notice of his thick muscles, the tangles in his unkempt mane. "Please, tell me more about your Atlantis, King."