She had always had dreams of places, far away and exotic, so real she could all but touch them. No - she could touch them. When she would awaken the visions would fade quickly, and only return to them in the depths of her sleep. More recently though, once her family announced they would be hosting a student from nearby... Why? Didn't they have school where he was from? It's not like the actual international exchange student program, she realized, it was just this dude from up nearby?
Oh. She started understanding what this was about. What she'd originally thought when she started reading strange text or speaking 'in tongues' (whatever that meant) was actually... magic? Given that most of her family is high-tech and hardly spiritual let alone magically inclined, it had never even occurred to Kala that it was innate and latent magical prowess. Yet, they knew because those items she'd been 'activating' when she was cleaning house? Those were definitely old magic items.
They did have to have a sit-down chat: her mother's family back in Korea was known to have a shop filled with ancient totems and sculptures, weapons, and books. When a box of those things made their way into Kala's house, she dove into it and spoke a loud all those weird words. She didn't even know Korean, let alone the ancient dialect of magical script in them.
So they'd been in contact with folks at Carramba's magical campus extension, apparently? And, turned out, there was a kid that needed a more mundane education - like she needed magic? That was pretty cool. In another couple years, if things went right, they'd swap over to his place, up in a little town called Wonder.
It was hilarious to both of them that his name added up to hers, but they usually called him Ken, not K.A.L.A. ... they tried, but couldn't convince her siblings to go along with it.
They had enough in common that Kala and Ken hit it off pretty well. They were occasionally awkward, of course, they were barely teenagers and still had shyness and cliques to think about. But they did have Marching Band - and they loved it.
It had been barely two months into the new year, their 9th grade classes established, small friends groups under way. Halloween was coming: and they had made plans. Kala's family provided a lot of materials, and she took to them with ease: she already knew she wanted to be a cowgirl - but it was a further gag that she was a 'Host'.
"No one's gonna get it, Kala," her brother rolled his eyes, "plus they look just like real people, not robots!"
"Well it's from the movie," she stuck her tongue out, and continued making her costume. Westworld was one of her favorite franchises, after all, so she wanted to make a scary robot cowgirl, just like Dolores.
Ken on the other hand let his imagination go wild, when he spotted some netting and a nice long coat that had been packed with the materials in the attic. He'd learned about Nokken in one of his elementary school classes, and decided that he'd use his real violin with it. Maybe people would get it, but they sure would 'get' dancing ... they didn't really have a choice: that's what Nokken did, that's what his violin did. Even Kala's feet jigged and skipped when he was playing for her. It was probably why their Marching Band class was absolutely the best in years!
All the events in town would be going for several days, though because folks needed to be up on Monday, the bulk of trick-or-treating would be done on Friday instead of Sunday this year. That suited most folks, but almost everyone would keep a small amount of candy aside for the 31st anyway, knowing that some folks did love to do it on the 'right' night.
** Continued on Ken's page! and in story!**
(from hatching)
"Come play with the other lights." a bright light female by the name of Hefei said and started tugging Kala Han 's clothes.
...
While Fletcher bonded, another dragon hatchling had left the water, this one a pale blush gold. The female approached Kala and quickly found the young woman's gaze. The hatchling proceeded to gaze deep into Kala's eyes. Reverently, Kala waited. And waited, but the hatchling seemed to be mute.
"Are you ok?" Kala asked.
The hatchling returned from wherever her mind had been and answered: "Of course. I was just thinking. I like your languages. You may call me Jemdet Jumun."