Calypso Analysis

It had been days now. Calypso was still on the chase, guided by the mysterious and magnetic pull. Alone, he was continuing off of his previous encounter in the forest. Calypso never had really ever come across a group of ‘Nabis, much less stayed with the ones he met. Short and sweet greetings were more of what he liked to do.
Nonetheless, this wasn’t going to be an easy task. He had been traveling for what seemed like ages and still didn’t come across any landmark that seemed even remotely related to what could be causing any of this. Although traveling is one of Calypso’s most favorite pastimes, no one ‘Nabi can run forever without some breaks.
Following the crescendo prior, Calypso had rested in the forest after trekking through a majority
Despite all the breaks he took, Calypso’s paws were starting to ache, and he tired easier. New biomes typically did this to Calypso, and he always has to adjust accordingly. Awakened, he finds himself in the middle of a valley, still in the biome. Calypso felt he was getting close. The tugging pressure was getting more apparent, the soil beneath his paws were getting more sandier/rockier, and temperatures were getting to be more and more humid, suggesting that the environment may be changing again. In which, Calypso assumed it would be a desert-scape type of
Calypso was now right at the base of the mountain, but he was tired beyond belief. He had seen the other group arrive long before him, and he had hoped to find them here. It had been half the day, and he had no water or food ever since the grassy hills. Not to mention that sand was a terrain that annoyed Calypso, but it was bearable. Particles were stuck in his fur between his legs and feet. He ascended the mountain, hoping to find an answer.
A purpose.
The reasoning behind everything that had happened.
In general, Calypso was really just very curious. Though, when he reached an opening that caved downward into the middle (a landing, of sorts), he couldn’t believe his eyes.
‘Nononononononono, this isn’t possible… I didn’t even see it that far back!’ Calypso thinks to himself.

There is a massive brewing storm above the mountain.

Calypso noticed the group down below, which he was in the process of meeting before he noticed it. All that clouded his thoughts now were feelings of consternation, tension, and fear. Calypso scurried towards a large boulder nearby, and hunched behind it as close as physically possible. He grabbed his ears and pulled them over his face, his body quivering.
“Please, oh please, go away, & come back another day-” Calypso whispers to