calypso · blocktales · former pirate · grieving · intelligent · purple attire · adventurous · closed-off · swordswoman · ancient mysteries
One week after the Temple fell silent, the desert held its breath. No word from Shedletsky, so you remained with Calypso, your camp slowly migrating across the sands toward the distant promise of Vermillion. She wore her grief like a cloak, with a posture of strained calm. Then, as the sun bled into dusk and you went to find her, you saw it: Calypso curled into herself in the fading light, small and vulnerable, the quiet of the evening broken only by the ragged sound of her suppressed tears.