Her pawsteps were soft, the faint noise they did emit merely accompanying a dark shadow as the Vulpix strode quickly across the grass that bordered the pools of sparkling liquid. She certainly looked like a being of the night: her pelt was of deep ebony, with white markings upon her head and along her cheeks that seemed to almost glow faintly as they reflected the light of the full moon and stars overhead. Her eyes were crimson, bright, glimmering, but she wore no true aura of evil, merely one of welcome tranquility.

Calypsa paused as she approached one of the pools, crouching along the ground and lowering her tongue to the water. Her tongue stood out particularly well against her dark body; pink wasn't something that most would see on such a dark creature. But, well, she wouldn't be this colour when the morning came. She twitched her six tails, white-tipped ears flicking forward as she caught the sound of the faint cawing conversation of some sort of bird.

She blinked, slowly raising her head as she tried to pinpoint the owner of the voice's location, though she had never been the best when it came to seeing in the night. Rather, she settled for calling out a response to the faint traces of conversation she had picked up on the evening breeze. "Why, may I ask, do you search for a stone of dusk?" she called quietly, her light voice ringing out through the dark air. Of course, there was the risk that the individual could be an enemy, but if that should happen she could always run.