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cheeks filled with pancakes, calliope chewed away while watching the cullens go about their day.
deciding that she should do some reading while eating, she bent down and pulled out a book that she has had since that day.
"what is that calliope?" rosalie questioned as she approached the girl from behind.
"oh- uh- its a book that i've had since...since i first was on my own" calliope explained as she flicked through a few pages.
"what's in it?"
"just information about my pack and the process that occurs after we have shifted" calliope went into detail "just random things like how we shift, ways to cure certain sicknesses, and how we are given our gifts"
"you have gifts?" rosalie quizzed with slightly widened eyes.
"a shifter with a gift. that is quite rare" carlisle spoke up from the couch.
"not in my pack. we were different from other packs. every pack member would inherit a gift soon after they had been shifted" calliope said as she showed the vampire her book.
"the ipomoea pack. i've never heard of such a pack" carlisle stated.
"that's because we kept ourselves hidden from other shifters. my pack were able to disguise their scent from other packs and even vampires"
"so that's why you don't stench of wet dog" rosalie gagged just imagining the disgusting smell.
"wait. if your pack inherits a gift, that would mean you have yours" edward stated and calliope shyly dropped her head.
"would you mind showing us?" esme asked politely and calliope sighed.
raising her hand slowly, she focused on the warmth increasing in her hand. eventually, her hand was encased in a bright flame, calliope channeling that energy and letting it slither up and down her hand like a snake.
"i was given the gift of pyrokinesis. due to the trauma..." calliope stopped herself from continuing her sentence, letting the flame sink back into her hand.
the cullens all glanced at each other, noticing the immediate change in body language. they decided that they shouldn't push her any further and let her rest for the day.
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