( Time for a memory! xD )
As Cal slipped into sleep, he mumbled incoherently as he began to dream of an old memory.
It was the first time that he had met Marya.
Cal was an orphan, dejected from most people since he was the son of Eros. It was a warm day, the same signs were hung around, warning people to report any fairytale or mythical creatures at once. Cal shook his head, nearing a marketplace as he looked through the stands. One of the only ways he got some food was by stealing, but usually by flirting with the girls around the village. A simple grin or compliment could even earn him some money.
He decided to try his luck and reached a girl with long, dirty blond hair, a dangerous glare resting on her face.
"Hey. . ." Cal said, flashing a crooked grin as he neared her.
( Do you want to do Marya's parts?)