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[indent]A chilling roll buried into the depths of the woman's flesh, body that curled upon the uneven ground stirring in rampant shivers. Icy, pale-lilac flesh ribbed in goosebumps, hair upon skin standing in response. It must have been the deepened slumber and the chill of low blood sugar, her stomach rumbling away the bumps; muscles of her abdomen clenched and begged for soothing. A weak hand lowered to rub her midsection in soothing strokes; Calliope's body turning to the most beautiful of songs. Was there a building nearby, perhaps?

At last her eyes opened, the semi-open, blue orbs scanning the blurry image before her. There she was, an angel in her dreary state, the one the elven woman assumed would take her far from this place of utter starvation. [color=92278f]"Have I really not eaten in that long? That.. I've been called to death?"[/color] she spoke in a groggy tone, body hoisting itself up at the waist to face the woman who resides just before her. A hand grazed the corner of her lips to wipe away the remnants of drool that had persisted during her sleep; oh how she wished her dreams of delicacies and savory masses of consumption had been true to this life.

Such a daze she had been in that she hadn't even focused her eyes enough to view the individual before her, hands rubbing about her body to brush away the cold that sunk into her sore bones. A fingernail caught a single link on the long chain that clung to her neck alongside a thick collar and the softest of whimpers brushed past her lips. In no world would she have felt the sting of metal to her neck if she'd since passed onto the next life, nor would her soul had allowed her to proceed from this life without a full gullet. Another rub of those sky-blue eyes and she was looking at the woman who stood in amazement, such a voice of tranquility. How long had she been standing; nay, why was she awaiting her awakening state? 

Calliope felt like a new born babe in this world, so very-much sheltered in her 24 years of life on this planet. The perception she held of people was one of confusion, unknowing of the differences in good and bad until she was shown outright. Instead of pursuing the one before her, she simply acted as if she had not previously spoken, lifting a scarred-knuckled hand from the ground, [color=92278f]"I'm Calliope and I like food."[/color]
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