Khalida tucks her hair behind her ear from where she’s sitting on a hay bale where she was sketching a Pegasus. She snaps her notebook shut, and she smiles at the pink-haired boy. “Hey. I’m not really doing anything. What about you?” Her cheeks are burned from her earlier climb. 

Khalida can’t help but smile a little at him. “Good, you might actually survive here.” She grins playfully. Her brows furrow slightly. “What’s with calling me mamacita, by the way? I mean it’s not like either of us are Hispanic..” she gets some more mead.