before you get all aggressive

It was... blinding noon. Not warm though because it was winter. Actually, it was pretty frigid by what she could feel as she slunk outside. She was only slinking because her mother had told her to get out. Out of the building. Go do something other than sulk. Pft, like she was sulking. She didn't do that. Not one bit. Okay, maybe she was sulking just a little bit. But more because her bones hurt and she just wanted to sleep. Was that so hard to ask for? An extra nap when it was quiet? Everyone else was elsewhere. Made sense though that her mother would want the room to herself.

One could call Calliope contemplative. More... thoughtful? Broody? Something sour. Along the lines of an overripe lemon that's been left to decay at the base of a tree. Ew, okay, maybe not that sour but close enough. Anyway, the girl slips outside. Her large paws crunch in the frost that covers the crumbling stone, frozen dirt, and dead grass. Out toward the shore, the water sparkles as the clouds break to reveal a dazzling sun. Damn, was it always this bright? Her eyes squeeze shut as she flinches from the sensation of the light washing over her. She almost wanted to hiss.

"Stupid mom. Just wanted to sleep," Calliope practically seethes under her breath as she drags her paws across the ground and heads toward the shore.

Calliope, The Callous