Bells & Burial

The next question to reach her ears has her eyes narrowing slightly. How curious it would be if this wolf's first appearance were to be now. Calliope cants her head at the thought. The more she looks at the stranger, the more she realizes that perhaps it is true. This wolf truly didn't know where she was. Did she know where she came from? It wasn't like her to be so invested into the life and tribulations of strangers, but the dawn of a red sky was potentially putting her into a different mood. Were they even alive anymore?

"Boreas is the name of this continent. I do not know what lies beyond as this place is big enough." Calliope is honest as honest comes, but only when it served its purpose. For now, there was no point in lying. What if this one knew more about the spires and the sky, but wasn't letting on? That part of her tickled the back of her mind. If wolves were appearing from nowhere on the dawn of this peculiar landscape change, they surely had to be a side effect.

"Where is it that you come from?" She asks carefully, her eyes never leaving the strange woman.

"Speech"