Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

She had wanted to sleep. The raid had been exhausting - especially after fighting with a polar bear. Who the fuck keeps polar bear! How was that fair!? Disgruntled and sleepy-eyed, Cal was making her way up to her room when the beckoning call rang out over the isle. Never before had she heard such a serious tone from her father before. That didn't mean she couldn't grumble and complain the whole way back outside. Stomping as loudly as she could, Calliope made sure to practically bust the door open so that it nearly smacked Gil directly in the haunch. The pointed glare turned to her was returned with a snarl.

Sliding past the stoop and out onto the ground, Calliope paused to see who all was there. Practically everyone. Who did she want to sit beside? Disappointed that Nimbus or Scald hadn't made it yet to bother them, she moves her attention to Navis who sits at the paws of their parents. Well, she was a little too big already to be sitting there. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she resolves to go over to Kenway. Pushing her way behind him and Flurry, Cal slides down onto the grassy ground and rolls enough so that her back is propped up against his side. She could listen to whatever her dad had to say from here.

"Speech"