Excitement and Awe

Walk | Talk | Think

Bright, pale eyes had continued to shift about along the waterway, desperately in search of another spark of radiant blue light. None appeared, and from the look of things it was as if the luminescence had not existed at all. Young as she was, Callisto still prided herself on keeping a sound mind, critical and calculating; where had it gone wrong in this? The expectant look about her face quite rapidly gave way to a blunt disinterest, feeling a sense of foolishness steal across her. Perhaps she had gotten too excited over this figment of light and that was why it had disappeared. Or maybe it had never even been there at all.

Feeling rather caught up in her own thoughts, the sounds of the water that she stared across containing the majority of her attention, the young black and grey pup was oblivious to the casual approach of her brother until she felt the rough nudge of his hip against her own, her petite head swinging around to stare at him. Oh. Severus. Related by blood or not, Callisto felt no stirrings of sibling affection as the boy drawled out a falsely saddened phrase, knowing in the instant that the words began to leave his lips that they were meant in subtle spite. Sure enough, he taunted her own looks, irking the small vanity that the girl had, and though she failed to respond verbally to his jab her silvery blue eyes did narrow with dislike.

There was no chance given for a well thought retort. Settled near enough to watch the whole scene unfold, their sister curled up snugly against his side, was their father, effectively interceding against Severus's barbed remark and assuring the pair of them that his sentiments were much different than their mother's. Turned somewhat where she stood still beside the water's edge, Callisto stared back at her father with thoughtful eyes. What he said was truth, and she knew it. Of the two, Deteste was the only one to ever truly show outright concern for them; he had even been the one to execute their move when their previous home had been threatened. And here he was, playing nanny to them and intervening in what surely would have developed into a fight.

For his sake, she allowed the retort she had been working up to dissolve on her tongue, petite grey paws carrying her away from the water and over towards the large black wolf and her slumbering sister. She did not encroach on his space and, in the same motion, maintained her own, seating herself near him with her back pointedly directed at her brother in an attempted slight. Forgetting the lights that she had seen and her interest in them, Callisto breached a new subject, pale eyes probing her father's face as she asked, "Will we ever go back?" referring, of course, to Amenti.