Bells & Burial

It would not matter if the other was a monstrosity in size or dainty as a pixie, Calliope would still face them with the same disinterestedly flirtatious look. As if nothing around matter except for what happened at the end of the night. There was a reason her mother called her Callous instead of Calliope at times. Boredom stretches across her expression, even a tiny yawn of widening lips, as the suspicious wolf stares her down.

Glancing around as if the suddenly appearing spires didn't bother her, she shrugs in response. "Couldn't tell you even if I want to," Calliope replies casually, her gaze flitting back to the wolf with a nonchalant laziness. "Somewhere near Glowshroom Caverns and Buffalo Knolls, but even then, it's not...concrete," a brow of hers raises slightly, curious to see how the other perceived this information. At least she was being honest.

"Speech"