Tempest sits there unmoving. Instead of leaving, Callisto places a finger on Tempest's exposed back, and begins to trace the bright and intricate tattoo that spills across it in deep purples and piercing turquoise and yellow. She feels a slight shiver run down Tempest's spine. "Can I ask...?" Callisto begins quietly as she follows the twisting and turning of the great serpent among the roiling clouds.