all I wanted was proof / that you understand sonder

Calliope stops her digging to look at Finch. The words that came from her mouth force a brow to shift upward, but that is the only movement of her expression. "That ol' hag?" She questions, the look on her face appearing more humored than anything. Yeah, she knew of Sparrow. The woman kept to herself mostly, drunk a lot of the time, and Cal wondered most days if she was even still alive. Yet, there had been rumors of her being pregnant so maybe she wasn't so dead after all.

"So do you sing than, Little Bird?" Calliope questions with a tilt of her head, her amused expression spreading farther to hide the exhaustion she was beginning to feel. Physical exertion wasn't really her forte either unless it was spilling someone else's blood. Taking this as a means for a break, she steps back from her hole, gaze still targeting Finch without relenting. "Can you sing like this wailing that fills the air around us? Or do you sing like the bird you're named after?" It was a wild idea, but maybe if they sang back to the spires... Would the spires enjoy it too?

"Speech"