calypso
critical and melodic
ooc ;; poor caly

Dark decided he would go after Teyouma, and that alone filled her with relief. Was he feeling better then? The owl could fly and that likely would be enough to keep him safe from the monkey if worse came to worse. She stared at him, quietly for a moment, assessing the situation. "I would come with you, if I thought I could." Admitting that was hard enough. She honestly wasn't sure how well she could stay in control, and she rather preferred the idea of staying where there were old, responsible gembounds that could keep her in check.

"... I don't think I've ever been okay, Dark," she told him softly. Enna would act like everything was okay, but the truth was-- ever since she hatched the bird had been scared shitless by the swell of different voices, all tugging her in different directions. It was frustrating, maddening... They had learned to cope, but only during the best of times. Everything still seemed to fall apart when the going got rough.

She'd work on it, regardless. It was the only thing she could do. "I've held out this far though, Dark. The others think I'm alright, and that's enough for now. Just stay safe, for Enna's sake, will you?" She asked of him, blinking once as she stared to turn away from him. Maybe he wouldn't accept that as an answer, but part of her had a feeling he would. The owl seemed determined to help the newborn, and she admired that. She admired a lot about Dark-- more than Enna probably ever could. That was alright.

She just had to keep that violent side pinned down until the wedding was over, and then she could work out everything else. Simple enough. It wasn't like she could fly off and kill the monkey just then anyway. Her wing would need time to heal-- as irrational and cruel as the voice seemed, it seemed to handle that logic well enough. It would just keep reminding her that the child was going to destroy them if they didn't strike first. A thought, nothing more.

calypso
critical and melodic
ooc ;; poor caly

Did he have to be so gushy? Calypso turned her head, opened her beak to tell him to just get going already-- the sentimental stuff made her feel so odd. Like something that Enna would have loved, but something she didn't need or want. Instinctively, she wanted to reject his words-- and then, abruptly, she felt like she was hit directly in the chest.

The sensations washed over her mind, the comfort, the touch. She felt overwhelming love, only somewhat from Dark, but mostly Enna answering back, scrambling for the relief of Dark's mental connection. There were more emotions though, things that Calypso had been trying to dig up out of herself. The strength she had been trying to find, to keep herself going, for the sake of her own body. She stared, almost blindly, perhaps even through the owl, as he turned and flew off.

Even after the connection was broken, she was left feeling... Warmer than before. Dark didn't really understand, but it didn't quite matter. He had tried, and she could... She would keep going, until he got back. The voice seemed to retreat for now, the thoughts of murder and violence just a bit quieter, a bit more distant in her mind.

Dark really was a good bird, all things considered. It was nice having him around. Calypso left that thought lingering in her mind as she hopped off to check on the wedding situation, and to tell the others about the bloody child she had created.

;; Bevy exit