#º ✧ 。𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒂 → 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

[supernva]

Whilst staying in Velaris , Calliope had found the Sidra to be a hospitable enough home . Now she was drifting along its surface with a waterproof notebook in her hands , her long blond hair plastered to her shoulders while her tail flicked to and fro beneath the surface of the water . The bikini top she wore matched the silvery dappling of scales along her shoulders along with the bioluminescent dots that peppered them like freckles . "Okay- well you didn't have to be so rude!" she was yelling after a fae that seemed like he couldn't vacate the area quick enough when she spotted her latest victim . There wasn't a single breath between the end of her words and the next sentence that sprung from her lips while she called out to this new stranger . "Oh! Hey! Yeah- you! Could you come over here? I'm doing a survey about a foreigner's opinion on plastics !" She hadn't yet met a Prythian who'd known what the last word meant without explanation .

[supernva]

Calliope  was  all  too  excited  to  have  someone  who  seemed  willing  to  talk  about  plastics,  and  it  showed  in  the  way  her  tail  flipped  from  side  to  side  in  eager  spirals.  "Yeah!  Plastics!"  she  repeats  in  case  he's  not  familiar  with  the  term.  Her  excitement  seemed  to  triple  as  the  Illyrian  mentioned  the  ocean  and  how  plastic  might  polluting  it.

"Yes!  Yes,  you're  exactly  right.  Thankfully  there's  not  nearly  enough  plastic  in  Prythian  to  really  make  an  impact  yet-  but  that's  why  it's  important  everyone  know  how  harmful  they  can  be.  Especially  if  they  get  into  the  waterways. Did you say you've noticed some?"

it is the first time elias has been inside the night court in over a century, and perhaps closer to a millenia inside of velaris. the city has changed so much in his lifetime, that he has almost a hard time wrapping his head around the sight of it.

walking down the length of the sidra helps ease his mind, as the water reminds him so much of the comforts of his new home. his wings tense at the sound of someone calling for him, and elias glances around before he catches sight of shimmering scales inside the water.

" plastics ... " elias murmurs quietly to himself, glancing down at her notebook. he thinks back to the vast oceans of the summer court, the beaches that he frequents, and the pieces of foreign objects he'd begun picking up every so often. " is that what's been getting into our oceans ? they're a nuissance. "

[supernva]

The rush of fondness that filled her at the sight of her brother was quickly replaced with an impatience that matched Titan's once he'd gotten out his question. "Titan- I'm busy! You're gonna scare off all my interview people!" It seemed Calliope was woefully unaware of how she was already doing a rather good job of that on her own. "And I told you- Beaufort can't make the crossing without one of us with him so you might as well just go see mom yourself." The otter in question popped his head above the water at the sight of Titan, already begging for any treats the merman might have.

titan cuts through the water with knife-like precision , coming up to the surface with a large splash. water ripples off of his iridescent scales in small beads to rejoin its wider body. if he wants to offer any advice on his sister's seemingly abysmal approach to interviewing prythians on various pollutants , titan says nothing. didn't really feel like a fight he felt like losing , to be honest.

❝ cal — please — where's the otter ? ❞ the younger mer demands , treading his tail impatiently in the water. ❝ i need to message mom. ❞ / @supernva

[supernva]

@fataviam

Wiping water from her eyes, Calliope was quick to recognize the handsome face looking back at her. If the malakim's striking looks hadn't given him away the fond nickname would have, and a burst of warmth that she hadn't felt in nearly half a century shot through her soul. "Brax!" she nearly screeched with joy as she pulled herself from the water in an effortless and fluid motion, her scales shifting until they became a pair of legs sporting jean short cutoffs. "It's really you! You're here!" Her arms didn't hesitate to wind around the man before her, and in another familiar motion she perched on tiptoe, eyes locked on his lips with all the intention to welcome him with a kiss.

With their meeting once more she couldn't help but remember their parting- how she'd told him the pattern of her heartbeats and how he hadn't said much in response. But she hadn't professed her love to hear him say it back. She'd simply wanted him to know that there was someone in the world who held him in their heart. Nevertheless, she was suddenly conscious of the fact that he might not want her lips anywhere near his, and redirected at the last second to plant a peck on his cheek. Her hands were still locked behind his neck while her exuberance knew no bounds. "I mean- I knew you were here but- I didn't know if I'd get to see you!"

abraxas had concerned himself with investigating the rift, spending far too much time hovering over velaris as he racked his brain for information. was such a thing possible? could the asteri find a way to break through wards still laced with the magic possessed by luna's horn? had things gotten so bad in midgard that their own parasitic abilities had gotten stronger? a thousand questions posed, a thousand questions unanswered. it would do him no good to worry when he hadn't be granted approval to conduct a thorough investigation ⎯ to go through the rift. thus, he settled his aching mind with a walk along the edges of the sidra, an improvement from his walks along the istros. he dared to think sight of a messenger otter would raise his spirits. instead, it was the chirp of a familiar voice that did it.

❝ nearly four decades since you've seen this face and you want to ask me about plastics? you haven't changed a bit, lili. ❞

[supernva]

The laughter that erupted from Calliope is one of pure satisfaction and success, all too pleased with the sounds she's garnered from her brother, and she's far too immersed in their shenanigans to take note of the fae's disapproval. "Titan- don't you dare. You have to tell me! It's basically written in our family creed. Plus it's my right as first-unfreezed and your sister." It was a common joke between them that they were made and not only born. And since they'd been frozen as eggs in the same round before their moms had used IVF- age was a funny concept between them.

he gives a loud shriek as he squirms away from his sister and beloved beaufort. the prythians on shore with their pedigree and high noses give them dirty glances but the siblings are often the centre of attention for one reason or another. his expression turns solemn as he shakes his head. ❝ i don't wanna tell you 'cause you're being mean to me. ❞

[supernva]

Calliope's own offense was quick to mirror Titan's. "First of all- how dare you insinuate that I would insinuate that Beau couldn't make it on his own!" Her tail waved a playful splash, peppering her brother with the water droplets that flew from it. "It's the papers or whatever. They need some sort of ID to let people across the rift or something....I think." She wasn't actually all that sure of the rift protocols, but she wasn't going to say that when she already had a message she was planning to send via Beaufort. "What did you need to tell her so bad anyway?"

titan gapes. what slander ! libel , even ! he takes the refusal as an insult to beaufort's character. the otter was a bright enough chap to make the journey alone. he was a messenger otter , after all. and their mother must hear about the juicy gossip he'd over heard while hiding under a bridge ( and , for the record , he'd been under the bridge first and then the gossiping began ). but man were these prythians were messy ! ❝ beau is the bravest little dude. ❞ the mer reaches over to gives the otter a firm pat on his head , feeding him a small oyster in exchange for a slippery cuddle from the water dog. ❝ he could do it — couldn't ya , beau ? ❞

[supernva]

@nightfvll

It took a moment for her to place his face as he approached, but once she did Calliope was hoping she hadn't accidentally committed some sort of Prythian faux paus by addressing a high lord so casually. She vaguely remembered meeting him after she'd crossed the rift, but she'd been to enraptured with the ten million new sights and sounds to truly give him all of her attention. "Oh! You're Finnick, right?" Was she supposed to call him by his title or something along those lines? Well- it was too late now. "Sorry for not recognizing you at first. There's been so many new faces," she offered with an chagrined smile. Despite taking a moment to place him she beamed when he recalled her name, coming closer to the edge of the river to lean her arms on its edge. "Yeah! That's me! I came over with my brother, Titan."

Calliope was all too pleased he'd taken up the conversation of plastic without hesitation and her eagerness shone through her voice. "Really? Did you make it here or have it brought over?" She hadn't expected a leader to speak as if he'd handled plastic in such an intimate way, shaping it with his own hands. "But did you know it can take up to five centuries for plastic to degrade? Have you heard about how it's accumulating in some of the waters of Midgard?"

𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩, snaking through the heart of velaris, piquing his interest in terms of having hearing a flurry of stories about the depth and what actually got him was that someone – granted a vendor did inform the high lord of the dusk court that dreams flow in the waters. it was clear to him that he had been hoodwinked though it is on him for believing such a thing, not to deter him from getting closer to the riverfront. crouching on the cobblestone edge, he tried to get a vail from the small waves though not getting any luck whatsoever. he wasn't going to dirty himself up by getting closer to the water as his general would certainly put two and two together, knowing that he had snuck out of the house of wind.

knapsack leaned against his ankle, finnick twisted his upper body over his knee about to dive into the depths of his knapsack to seek out rope when his hand stopped at the entrance of the sack, pointed ear twitched under chestnut tuffs. reluctantly his eyes shifted to the commotion, landing on a mermaid, merfolk whom he had seen on occasion in his court. a polite smile etched itself on his lips when she beckoned him over and like the sailors of old he was lifting from his perch, making his way over to her. ❝ Calliope, correct? ❞ he asked her, making sure he was correct on who he was talking to not wanting to display himself poorly in front of his court members. ❝ plastics, i do believe are bad and quite difficult to work with – having experience with the material myself. having used them as insulation in our latest home. ❞ he mumbled the last part of his sentence as it could be seen to others as rather boring. exhaling as he crouched down near her to be polite and show that she has all his attention. ❝ i'm curious about your view on plastics. ❞