spring has sprung and IT'S BORING

Nothing seemed interesting since seeing her father again. Calamity found herself struggling to remain rooted in reality. She often found herself staring out into the distance at nothing at all. She wanted to talk endlessly with her other siblings about it, almost to the point of madness. The event certainly dominated her consciousness. The afterlife, their mission... their true godhood. It was tantalizing and confusing and invigorating - altogether a little bit too much for her young brain to comprehend.

Cala busied herself by running drills she had made up herself. With Sirius devoting his time to establishing the Armada, she hadn't seen him much. Part of her missed the familiar bulk of the titan. He had certainly made fighting fun. Her little horns had sharped to small spears atop her head, only just starting to pack a little punch. She was sweating despite the chilly spring air as she sparred with her own shadow.