[Center][h3][color=powderblue]Cassandra "Cass" Myselii[/color][/h3][/center]
[Color=powderblue]Time:[/color] Morning, [Color=powderblue]Location:[/color] Town Square
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A small smile found its way on Cass's lips as Elara greeted her humorously. It had been about a year since she last had spoken to someone aside from Butternut and she was relieved that, so far, it seemed to be going well. She looked briefly around for the orange tabby, but caught no sight of him. Sure that he was hunting or crafting chaos for the joy of it, Cass returned he attention to the woman she had approached.

A royal announcement. Suddenly, living in the midst of royalty left Cassandra with an odd feeling. It wasn't reverence or distaste, it was something closer to bewilderment but not quite. Never before had she lived so close as this to any of her homeland's royal family. Having grown up in a village where any information coming from the capital was often outdated by arrival, one would nearly forget the royal family at times. Their lives had simply so rarely been affected by the goings on of the capital.

Cassandra's head drifted to a tilt, her glowing blue hair falling over her shoulder and creating an arroyo of soft light between the red mushrooms sprouting from there, [color=powderblue]"Is this common?"[/color] she asked, casting her red eye over the stage, the guards, the agitated crowd.

Guards--frightening creatures. She took refuge in knowing that blightborn had been invited to come to Dawnhaven, that [i]these guards[/i] were not her hunters. She turned her eye back to Elara; silver hair like a waterfall, blue eyes like bright gemstones, and a level of magical ability she had not yet sensed before.The beast she had been for the last year demanded that she eat when food was plentiful. No longer could she be a hunter in the way she had grown used to; here it would be far too obvious that it was her and make a mess of her opportunities here. Cass would have to renew what she learned growing up and foraging to eat; take only what you need, leave something for later, to regrow--to feed you when you have even less. Cassandra would need also to learn how to do so with tact. Mushrooms and herbs hadn't been able to make accusations.

She could sense that there was plenty of magical energy in the town square, aside from Elara's. Scarcity would no longer be an issue. Cassandra would need to invent a way of getting close to these people so that her touch wouldn't raise suspicion. [Color=powderblue]"Would you happen to know, if there might be need for a seamstress in town?[/color] She would have to come by materials, but she was skilled in the craft and fittings would give valuable openings. 
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