#calla:threads

"Well, this is certainly a way sketchier-looking place than I was expecting. Do you ever feel like the weird drug dealer in one of those old after-school specials warning about the dangers of drugs?"

"So, I have to ask, because it's been bothering me for almost as long as I've known you, but are you and my dad like a couple or exes or some shit? Because I can't tell one way or another."

"Oh, easy. I was homeless for like four years and it became a necessary survival skill."

“I’ve...met you before,” she mumbled, wondering why their paths would cross in her search for her father. She knew he wasn’t who she was looking for, but there had to be a reason the lines would have brought her here.

“The ground’s asleep,” she countered quietly, sitting in the middle of the barren area. There had been flowers here, once, ones that bloomed in brilliant color, but the energy had gone unused for too long, gone dormant. 

“Hey, do you have the time?”

“No one was meant to see that,” she murmured, looking a touch embarrassed. It wasn’t common for her to do any sort of spell work in the open, but there was something about the area that made it difficult not to. Truth be told, she hadn’t even touched the surface of the way the energy was coursing through her. It was making her palms itch.

"I dunno, feels kind of threaty to me."