Calliope did not take any great joy in her duties as a guide to the mortals of the realm. She was above them, in every aspect, and she despised how her powers, which she had once used to rain chaos over the land, had been reduced to mere party tricks. Now, she utilized them for little more than cheap thrills, as she had yet to meet a charge that could not be easily cowed into submission. So, she had little to no expectations as her magic alerted her to yet another mortal that had been absorbed from their world into this one. But she set out to meet them anyways. Even if the interaction was not entirely fulfilling, it would at least keep her from growing too rusty while waiting for some excitement.

Traveling at a comfortable pace to intercept the newcomer, Calliope was pleased to find herself hidden amongst the thick foliage of the Black Forest. It was her favorite location to practice magic, and was the environment she felt most comfortable in. If her newest charge made the ill-informed decision to be difficult, then it would be all too easy for her to correct them in this landscape. Hearing the newcomer approach, Calliope swiftly camouflaged herself into the background, her russet pelt taking on the earthy tones of the forest and disappearing into the underbrush so only her emerald green eyes were visible. They gleamed like jewel beetles, and danced in the waning sunlight like the most vibrant of leaves.

Shortly after, the newcomer wandered out of the underbrush. Her eyes were wide and bewildered, scanning from one side to the other as she drank in the environment around her. Though she walked on silently, Calliope could practically see the gears grinding in her head as she attempted to make heads and tails of the situation she had suddenly been plunged into. She was no longer in her own world, and Calliope was curious to see how she’d react learning that she could never go back.

In the crook of a low-hanging branch, Calliope allowed her magic to manifest in the form of a thick-furred raccoon. The masked bandit gnawed on some scarlet berries, the vibrant juice staining his paws and muzzle, but clean up was a rather simple task; once his job was done, he would simply melt away into the shadows as quickly as he had appeared.

“And what’re you lookin’ for, Missy?” The raccoon called out as the newcomer passed below his perch. “Wanderin’ around here like a pigeon what’s lost his head. Ain’t there nothing between those ears of yours? Or are you just daft?”

tags: Selkie
words: 441
notes: demon child as you requested! <3