volkano?

Calliope stands there, taken back a bit. Had... the girl not realized she was wasn't complimenting her? Well, she wasn't really insulting her either. Frankly, the girl did resemble a cow. What with the white and the black and the spots. Calliope also didn't quite understand the feelings that jostled inside of her as she took another sweeping look over the older girl. Her features scrunch up a bit, her mind rolling over what exactly she should say back to that. She needed to be more quick witted, more vile, but that would take time. She's still young, still... inexperienced. Silence settled before her ears are perking up, eyes going wide.

Huh? Had the girl complimented her in return? Calliope's eyes narrow as she stares pointedly at the cow-spotted girl. Was she serious? Meaningful? Earnest? Calliope watched, reading, trying to assess the situation. Honestly, the other girl seemed so up in the clouds that she wasn't even sure she knew where she was. A snort, slight shake of her head, brushing off the fact that she wasn't going to say thank you. Nope, it was a statement, nothing more or less.

"I don't paint," Cal replies back flatly after a few more beats of silence. Feeling kind of awkward, more on edge than anything. Her weight shifts, the slate rock beneath her shifting as well. "So, what're you doin' out here anyway?" She finally asks, needing something to replace the itchy feeling of weirdness she felt in her chest.

"Speech"