shh, don't tell others this is here

Calliope watches as the man moves back into the shadows. One of her brows raise in question. Did he not enjoy the heat of the sun beating down from above? Not that she was particularly fond of it either, but she wouldn't let it beat her either. Her mouth opens slightly, tongue panting, trying to regulate her temperature. Okay, so maybe it is a bit hot and the air very dry compared to her normal place of residence. The sticky heat of the south was more preferable than this arid desertscape.

When his introduction is said, she turns her gaze back to him. "Well, Ronan Reyes of Nueva York," her words are drawn out, body transitioning into a more aggressive posture. "I am Calliope Fallen, if you care to know," she continues to step toward the shadows where he lingers. "Since we're already in the view of so many, care to take me up in a spar?" Calliope cants her head once more, a daring smirk playing along her lips.

Calliope vs Ronan for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"