07-13-2018, 03:29 PM
somehow, despite the anxieties that had churned within her at the thought of settling down someplace, calliope found herself unbothered by the overarching gateway that stood before her, squinting up at the structure set against the evening sun.
the major allegiances weren't exactly much of a secret among wanderers who thrived off the freedom of nonalignment. eventually, even the true locations of such political power could be disclosed if the right loose-lipped cons were bothered for the information. all it took was a little effort.
calliope herself hadn't sought out the typhoon for any particular boon or advantage in their protection as others might; the absence of a weapon in exchange for an instrument of bone clenched securely between her teeth was telling enough of her intention. even despite the glinting crest of dull and sharpened crystals alike drooping from her jawline, she carried herself in an entirely too unimposing manner, small stature complimented by the contrast of blue to grey striping, almost unnaturally split down the middle over a stark white base.
the fidget in her ever shifting paws expressed the impatience she was wrought with, head bowing to rest the odd flute upon the pedestal of her toes. the utter unpreparedness in her eyes as she rose was almost innocent in it's own nature, unsure and entirely too vulnerable in unfamiliar lands.
if they decided they wanted her gone, she would surely stand no chance.
(new to these boards so pls be gentle;
the major allegiances weren't exactly much of a secret among wanderers who thrived off the freedom of nonalignment. eventually, even the true locations of such political power could be disclosed if the right loose-lipped cons were bothered for the information. all it took was a little effort.
calliope herself hadn't sought out the typhoon for any particular boon or advantage in their protection as others might; the absence of a weapon in exchange for an instrument of bone clenched securely between her teeth was telling enough of her intention. even despite the glinting crest of dull and sharpened crystals alike drooping from her jawline, she carried herself in an entirely too unimposing manner, small stature complimented by the contrast of blue to grey striping, almost unnaturally split down the middle over a stark white base.
the fidget in her ever shifting paws expressed the impatience she was wrought with, head bowing to rest the odd flute upon the pedestal of her toes. the utter unpreparedness in her eyes as she rose was almost innocent in it's own nature, unsure and entirely too vulnerable in unfamiliar lands.
if they decided they wanted her gone, she would surely stand no chance.
(new to these boards so pls be gentle;