C A L L A
Calla's eyes widen in rapt fascination, a small giggle bubbling from between her lips at the image of mischevious hels. "Is it true they can make people walk on water, but only if they dance for them first?" It's a rumor she'd heard from visiting smugglers, though it seems absurd - surely nothing could actually allow someone to walk on water.
She takes Flora's name with another shy smile, rolling it around in her thoughts, It's very pretty, she thinks, and thus suits the woman, who herself is the type of gorgeous Calla can only dream about. It's familiar, too, thought she can't quite place why. She tucks this feeling away to percolate somewhere in the back of her mind, turning back to the task at hand.
The question that follows sends a pang through Calla's gut; she casts her eyes back down, trying to keep her expression from faltering. "Oh, um, well, there are some others from the village who help. And usually Keepers will take an apprentice, but I've only been Keeper for a few seasons, so..." She rises as she trails off, shrugging slender shoulders. Then she brightens a shade and adds: "And I have Lucifer!"
Tilting her head back to Flora, Calla wonders, "What about you? What do you do? Something glamorous, I bet."
