Not Impressed

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

The air was strangely warm despite the snow underfoot. It seemed to be that way in many places, which felt strange to the grey and black youth. She had always supposed the north to be a land of ice and snow and an unyielding chill. But even here it seemed summer had taken an unexpected hold, reaching across the vast distance to touch the frozen north. It was all for the better really. After finding out that Tortuga was no longer under her father's control but ruled now by some militaristic Armada, neither Callisto or her sister had longed to stay. She had surprised herself by leaving with that quiet sibling of hers, but being entirely alone had never appealed to her. Best to keep Circe close.

At least the girl was not constantly pressed against her side. At the moment she was elsewhere, either sleeping in the den they had found and expanded or hunting or just exploring this new territory. Callisto was not entirely impressed with it but where were they to go now that they were on their own and the single territory that she preferred this far north was part of Tortuga? She missed the Gorge, its isolated set up, the numerous plants that grew there, the quiet little alcove within that she had taken to using as her own den. Such a shame she could not have just stayed hidden there inside the border.

A heavy sigh drifted from her bored features, fogging before her nose. Silvery blue eyes stared out across the once frozen lake and took in the strange state of the trees that grew here. They were green, green as any of those that grew past the edge of the lake, but they were submerged, rooted somewhere below the water's surface. There was something inexplicably appealing about it, and though she had yet to see it in all of its glory during the freezing months Callisto thought it might not be such a bad thing that she and her sister were staying here after all. Maybe she might even learn to like it. Maybe. Still thoughtful, the young girl, just a season short of being a year old, rose on dainty, spindly grey legs from her seated position and began to pace the snowy edge of the chilly lake, wondering where Circe might have been.

Image by Maka.