Callisto sat back on her haunches, a satisfied smile on her face as she admired her work. The tiny child had been working on and off for a few days to get her cottage completely set up, and she had gotten to the point where she was finally satisfied. She had set up a shrine in the corner for her daily praying sessions, and a small workspace to practice her magic and medicine, the windows open to filter in light and fresh air.
Finished praising herself, she padded through her front door, stopping to gaze down at the pots in front of her home. Simple they were, a dull orange color and filled with soil. She had pushed seeds into the dirt earlier, chrysanthemum seeds to be exact, Cal's favorite, but they weren't growing quite yet.
She had taken to tending to flowers lately, Wind Haven having the perfect conditions to do so. Back in the Blackheart Rogues, gardening just wasn't a thing. The Pines stopped anything from piercing the undergrowth, the only green being the thick covering of moss. It was odd being here now, with the bright sky and all of the light. Cal had to admit, a small part of her sort of missed the eerie whispers of the wind and the ill-lit forest of her birth clan.
But her home wasn't something she wanted to dwell on, the cat turning her attention back to the pottery. She had come outside to try something; something new to her. Not too long ago the horned kitten had discovered her first power- plant manipulation. She had been wondering the territory when she came across a withered flower. She had reached towards it, laying a dainty paw on the shriveled leaves, the only thought filtering through her head being pity for the tiny plant, and all of the sudden the flower had flourished back to life, it's color almost blinding, leaving her paw with a buzz and her cranium a headache.
Leaning down to be eye level with the dirt, Cal lifted out an arm to press her paw-tips to the soil, scrunching her face up as she felt the slight tingle of magic thread through her. Focusing, she tried to direct it towards the seed, a bright grin spreading across her face as she saw the slow inching of a stem sprout forth the dirt. But soon enough the kitten had to pull backward, a dizzying nausea overcoming her. She supposed she had overworked herself, but at least it was progress.
// Nebula Reaver-Break
, sorry this took me so long! ;-;