Calypsei was never quite sure about what she should expect from Lark. They were friends, a list that consisted of two names in Calypsei’s book, but she still didn’t have a grasp on his personality and therefore had no idea how he would react to specific things that she said. She kept her stoical form, refusing to break the impassiveness as he spoke again, giving her an answer. There was certain comfort to her in the silence that ensued because there was nothing she could say wrong or do wrong in that time. She would start to walk, looking towards him. “Want to walk?” She asked casually as she started towards her favorite spot on the rapids, memories suppressing themselves in the process.
She would reach the edge of the rapids and she would sit down, placing her paw in the water to watch the water flow around it with force and control. She loved the water, it was freedom to do what you want, and for her, it couldn’t ring more true than that. Water was, quite literally, her escape from everything bad.
