[The big crack in the earth is the newest, biggest thing that Callisto has found in days, and so naturally, she beelines to it - ready to investigate something that, in comparison to the rest of the town, feels almost normal and familiar. At first she just walks it from reachable end to reachable end, peering both across it and down into it, dropping stones at various points to try to get a rough idea of depth by counting how many seconds it takes for them to hit bottom. Occasionally, she'll even rest beside it, sitting on the ground and carelessly dangling her legs into its yawning maw.
Those are all fairly standard activities. Less standard, however, is what she does next. She figures there's a decent chance that this is Underworld-related, if not caused by Hades himself, an idea that makes her more angry than anything else. Maybe it's supposed to be some sort of sign or message, or maybe it's not meant for her at all - but either way, irritating the gods has been one of the few enjoyable pastimes she'd had in Tartarus, and she's not about to stop the habit now. And so she starts calling down into the chasm as she stalks its southern border, starting out with taunts but quickly building to frustrated yells and shrieks. She is, of course, speaking in Ancient Greek, but the tone of her voice needs no translation.
"Talk to me!" she shouts, staring furiously down into the chasm. "Hades! You think you can foil every plan I had to get back to the mortal realm and then send me here without a word? You think you can claim me as your own, tell me you'll never let me leave, and then cast me out? You think I've given you trouble--"
She leans over the chasm, far enough that she looks like she might be risking falling in.
Day 059
[The big crack in the earth is the newest, biggest thing that Callisto has found in days, and so naturally, she beelines to it - ready to investigate something that, in comparison to the rest of the town, feels almost normal and familiar. At first she just walks it from reachable end to reachable end, peering both across it and down into it, dropping stones at various points to try to get a rough idea of depth by counting how many seconds it takes for them to hit bottom. Occasionally, she'll even rest beside it, sitting on the ground and carelessly dangling her legs into its yawning maw.
Those are all fairly standard activities. Less standard, however, is what she does next. She figures there's a decent chance that this is Underworld-related, if not caused by Hades himself, an idea that makes her more angry than anything else. Maybe it's supposed to be some sort of sign or message, or maybe it's not meant for her at all - but either way, irritating the gods has been one of the few enjoyable pastimes she'd had in Tartarus, and she's not about to stop the habit now. And so she starts calling down into the chasm as she stalks its southern border, starting out with taunts but quickly building to frustrated yells and shrieks. She is, of course, speaking in Ancient Greek, but the tone of her voice needs no translation.
"Talk to me!" she shouts, staring furiously down into the chasm. "Hades! You think you can foil every plan I had to get back to the mortal realm and then send me here without a word? You think you can claim me as your own, tell me you'll never let me leave, and then cast me out? You think I've given you trouble--"
She leans over the chasm, far enough that she looks like she might be risking falling in.
"-- but you haven't even seen trouble from me!"]