little lady, big dreams

PRESCOTT, calla.

“Beautiful girl,” Kyle greeted Calla with a bright smile, eyes hooded and vision a bit blurred, another late-night testing out a new potion, this one had him seeing fairies… or maybe they actually were fairies, there was no telling. He let out a soft hum as he tilted his head back looking up at the mother moon with a glint in his eyes, nodding in agreement, “Nothing better than the night in Olympus,” He murmured, sliding his hands along the railings of the pier allowing himself to stretch out as much as possible, “What have you been up to tonight Calla hm? Any hot dates or?” He let his eyes drift to her hands smile softening as he took in the ink that stained them reaching to tug her arm up and inspect her palm, “Look at that, you’re filling in your lines, you know some witches change their fate by altering their lifelines?”

She was a little embarrassed about her ink-stained palms but let Kyle take them anyway. Calla always appreciated some company, most especially after she’d drained almost all her energy on her art. She’s been fired up all night and could use some conversation to pull the tension she felt in her bones. “Nothing much tonight, just been making some wedding invitations,” she said, “And as for hot dates - I guess I haven’t been so lucky in that department.” Calla laughed a little at her own bluntness. Maybe a hot date would do her some good.

“Hmm, I’d like to take notes from some of those witches, then,” she continued, eyes on the steady flow of the waves. “Fate and I have some talking to do,” I’d also like to grab faith by the neck and show it who’s boss, is what she didn’t add. “How about you,” she asked, “How’s business at the shop? I’ve been on commission for some tattoo designs lately,”. She smiled at the thought of her little online art shop gaining more clientele. “Maybe we could collaborate ... ” Calla trailed off, unsure if she’d overstepped.  

Maisie shook her head and sighed, stared at the rushing stream instead of the girl she was conversing with. She took a drag of her cigarette and blew smoke rings into the sky. “You’re very melodramatic, aren’t you? Just go do them, then. All that internal conflict whatever is bullshit. Gods, you’re one of those types that get wrap up in their own drama are you? Go chase your dreams, for fuck’s sake.”

A pause ensued as she reflected on her own response.

“But then again, sweat and tears never save dreams in the wrong circumstances,” she said this to herself almost as a whisper, barely audible, but in the silence of the abandoned arboretum, it echoed with aching loneliness. It was all too true, a lesson she learned far too late after fighting for far too long.

Calla couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Melodramatic, indeed. “Oh trust me I want to go chase those dreams,” she said., thinking about the folder on her laptop where she’d religiously filed her goals. “But that’s the thing,” she added, a tired sigh leaving her lips, “I live and breathe internal conflict. Not healthy, l know. Maybe I’ll outgrow it someday.” Someday. All of these things are a big someday.

Calla felt a pang of solidarity with this girl - for the dreams that were left unanswered. “I’m Calla,  she said softly. It wasn’t usual for her to come out of her way to interact with the people in this town, much less make introductions. But what could she possibly lose in this situation? Maybe the other girl would eventually forget this encounter, Calla wasn’t too memorable, even on her good days. “I’ve just been in such a shit mood this week, and being the girl with a stick up her ass, it’s hard letting go.”

Hands aching and tense, Calla decided to call it a night. She’s been making wedding invitations for a couple upstate since she came home from the school a few hours ago. The sides of her palm were stained with ink that would probably stay there for a few more days. The breeze coming through her little balcony felt good for this time of the year. She thought a late night stroll would do her and her nerves some good.

woah! looks like calla prescott is here. a grandchild of athena & apollo, apparently they got here 8 years ago. they’re 21 and i heard they’re very +ambitious, +creative, but can also be pretty -stubborn, and -fussy. they’re staying at aura lofts and can usually be seen at olympus university, but who knows what trouble they’ll brew on their time off. ( farrah. 20. she/her. gmt + 8 )