Lessons never end

Walk | Talk | Think

Slowly, Calli climbed the edge of the Gulley to answer the familiar howl that beckoned her there. She was hesitant. Though she and Maximous had parted ways on better terms after she had requested they try to start over with their relationship, to build up their friendship from the bottom and regain the trust that they each had in each other, the timing was poor. Her season had finally come into effect, and there was nothing that she could do to hide the change it caused in her scent, a change that Maximous was sure to notice. If she had known he was going to come calling, Callisto might have tried bathing first, using fragrant flowers to try and hide her scent behind theirs. If only she had had some warning.

Despite her hesitation, Callisto did eventually make it to the spot on the edge of the Gulley and spotted the familiar dark shape seated with a plant settled neatly on the ground at his feet, the perfect picture of the mentor she had left behind when she had turned her back on Ebony and Yfir. It felt strange seeing him again like that, but at the same time the familiarity of it eased some of her own tension. Perhaps this could work after all, if they would only keep their particular roles clearly defined. She stopped a distance, still very mindful of her scent, and eyed the plants at his feet with a look of recognition. Thistles! The familiar spark of interest brightened her silver-blue eyes as they lifted to stare at him, and, taking a seat, she fell into the role of eager student. "The thistles?" she asked, merely to prompt the conversation to begin.