Climbing into the window, Calypso flopped right onto the floor, thankfully before she shifted back into human.
She couldn’t bask in the fact that she was normal again, the girl darted towards her travel pack she let hit the floor, rummaging in it.
Thankfully Mrs. Moses gave it back to her, after both an admission and a lecture about leaving things behind--she's both hunted and a hunter now. Calypso could've whined about how she sort of lied about not having anything to offer her during the woods, but it didn't matter at this point.
Finally pulling out her robe, and fastening that on. Calypso breathed a sigh of relief, looking around at the room given to her that she nearly abandoned.
Glancing at the bed, seeing that box along with the note… She reached over it, grabbing both. Folding the paper into her robe’s pocket, to slowly open the box that held her soul.
The gemstone held the small, ghastly faces under its surface. Turning into smokey wisps, before they can truly take a form. But it was enough to create expressions, readable as much as a cloud can be “anything”, the beholder imprinting meaning onto them due to the reaction they had due to such.
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All Calypso saw were the miserable pouts, the overdramatic screams, the crying whines. All of that her, maybe unchangeable due to her problems being so immutable.
But as Calypso softly rocked the box in her hands… The words of Mrs. Moses rang out in her thoughts.
Closing the box, Calypso darted about in her room. Gathering a variety of things, the bag where she put her craft tools in when she took from the box. Fumbling in one of her bags, pulling out a brown leather glove. Finally, getting her glasses case from the set-up dressers.
Getting onto the bed, putting on her glasses, Calypso soon got to work. She cut the fingers on the leather glove, carefully created a hole that didn’t bore completely down the back of said glove, leaving a thin layer. Meticulously putting the gem into the glove, using the spare parts to create a safety fasten so it doesn’t come a loose. From there, it was cosmetic and quality of life additions, as Calypso worked on this for the entire dawn to morning.
Maybe there is no way in stopping what she is, her misery. But at the very least, maybe she can make something from it.
“…Huh. Is that a smile I see over there~?”
Calypso couldn’t deny it, once she rose her head at Sal at her door. It was worn, it was wary, but it was a genuine smile.