“Todays the day,” Calliope told herself, zipping up her jacket with a little more force than necessary.  The grey haired girl gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth set in a grim, determined line. “Today is the day. I’m really gonna do it. I’m going to take my first mission,” she repeated, before nodding and turning to exit her dorm room. The young mage trekked up the sandy path to the guild house and tugged open the door. 

“Good mornin’, Cantaloupe!” greeted Barnaby, a ginger mage with an affinity for acid magic.

“It’s Calliope.”

“Sure thing, Carousel,” Barnaby pushed on, ignoring her correction. Calliope huffed and crossed over to the mission board, deciding to ignore taller teen. The ginger boy only followed her, draping himself against her back. “Are you finally going to take a mission? You should take one of the good looking boys with you. Alban? Maybe Ray? Don’t take Dude with you though, he’s mine,” Barnaby sighed, putting even more of his weight on Calliope and fanning himself. “That eyepatch? Soooooooo hot. I even dig the chrome dome.”

“Urg,” Calliope groaned, spinning out from under Barnaby quickly. The other mage squawked indignantly and pin wheeled his arms before falling face first into the floor boards. The girl couldn’t help but grin as the other mage rolled over and at rubbed his face. He shot her a look, before breaking out in a grin of his own. “You wound me, [i]Cabbaaaaaage[/i],” he said, drawing out the last ‘a’ and waggling his eyebrows at her. Calliope just shook her head and kicked at the fallen boy’s leg halfheartedly, before turning her attention back to the mission board.