#aletheapierce

While worry wasn't something Olivia experimented often, whenever it did happen, she never quite knew how to handle it. She expected to be coming back from pilates class calm, refreshed, cool and collected and she felt anything but. Olivia didn't know what else to do. Dinner and drinks with Alethea were nice and all but she needed some validation for herself, some reassurance from someone else that she was okay, whatever that truly meant. And needing something from someone was also truly new to her. A first. But also, an alliance would solve a lot of her issues.

Nearing the commons she peeped Alethea and Heni. It had been some time since she had "spent" time with them. With Greer gone they had no reason to go over to the dorm. But right now Olivia had a mission and while being in Greer's friend group was not something Liv ever officially needed, things were changing. "Hi there strangers," Olivia greeted them as she approached them. They were huddled together, kind of looked secretive but she didn't care. "Anyone in the mood for a coffee chat?"

Kit was never one for fancy events. Though it was hard to avoid them at a place like Ogden. There was always one thing or another that required a suit and tie. Having been here for a year already, Kit was somewhat used to it. But lavish displays of wealth still made him feel... unsettled. It was just hard to wrap his head around all of the money everyone was throwing around. But at least it was for charity, right? That was the only thing that kept Kit from having an uncomfortable look plastered on his face all night. Ginger ale in hand, he made his way around the venue, offering polite smiles and chatting up people he knew here and there. Though it was during when he’d taken a break that he spotted Alethea, noticing her not far from his side when he stopped to take a breather at a distance from some slot machines. “Alethea, hey.” He approached her. She always intimidated him, back when he was with Greer. Something about how quiet she was. How she just sort of... stared. But things could change, right? “How’s your night?”

"So, just because this whole mess with about Greer is picking up -- once again -- doesn't mean we can't get out of town for a little and have some well-deserved fun before finals really kick our ass, right?" Olivia asked as she burst into Alethea and their roommates' dorm. She hadn't even bothered to call or text but she figured Alethea wouldn't have anything else going on considering. Olivia stood in the middle of the dorm, bag and shoes in hand, her attire looking too put together to be considered actual loungewear. "What do you say? Dinner and drinks? Or we could just chill here... But really, do we want that?"

5. Does your muse have any siblings? What was their relationship like growing up? Is it any different now?

No, Reina is an only child. Her parents wanted at least one more kid but they decided that one child was enough for their lifestyle.

11. What expectations were placed on your muse as a child? Who had those expectations for your muse? How did your muse feel about them?

With her father being a prominent Ambassador for Spain and her mother being a very successful photographer in Europe, the Azarolla's were not shy of the spotlight. Because of this Reina was brought up knowing the importance of a public image and what her parents expected of her. But her parents also taught her that it is important to be true to yourself, which lifted this unknowing weight off her shoulders. Other children she had met because of events her parents had to go to often complained they had to pretend to be someone else. Reina is forever grateful for what her parents taught her and not being so overbearing to fit a certain mold.

13. What did your muse want to be when they grew up? Did they have any childhood dreams, and have they achieved them?

Reina had a lot of dreams growing up, it's honestly a miracle they were able to make a decision on what to major in. At one point she wanted to be a flight attendant, at another she wanted to follow her mom's footsteps and become a photographer, then a model, then a teacher, then a writer. She even thought about becoming a professional MMA fighter. Anything she enjoyed or thought was cool she probably thought about making some sort of career out of it.

14. Who was a mentor or a hero to your muse as a kid? Why did your muse look up to them and what did your muse learn from them? How is that relationship now?

Send 🤞 for a lie my muse has told yours

"Firebird is one of my favorite ballets". She over sold her love of this ballet at first but now it's genuinely one of her favorites.

Alethea was there, on the other side of the room. Alethea didn't know the girl who currently had her eyes fixed on them, at least not directly. They'd never been introduced to one another, or, if they had, they hadn't exchanged more than a few words. They were from separate worlds. Davika tried her best not to stare directly, but she was bored and alone and trying to read a book she hated (a friend from her hometown had recommended it to her), and her eyes kept diverging by themselves back to the person at hand. “Everyone you encounter has so much more going on under the surface.", they had said in the video. What was Alethea hiding? Of course, it was obvious to everyone that she and Greer hadn't been on the best of terms when everything happened, though they weren't fighting either. Well, as far as she knew. Davika didn't know everything. She knew a lot, but not everything.

          ———      ⁂      ❝   Ça fait longtemps dis donc, enfant sauvage.   ❞ Quinn attempted the little French that Thea had been able to teach her during their time together over summer. Her accent was terrible; a Manhattanite overaccentuating the vowels, clearly having repeatedly listened to the Google Translate bot voice. She had been to France so many times with her family. You would think someone as intelligent as Quinn would have picked it up but alas, world languages were her downfall. The Morrison came from behind and sided up beside her friend and fellow tridelt. 

             ❝   Horse riding truly is all style over substance, don't you think?   ❞