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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Cassandra "Cass" Myselii

Time: Morning, Location: Town Square

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Cassandra basked in Elara's warmth. Friendliness was no longer something she was accustomed to, not from anyone aside from her cat, but it was nice to once again find herself in it's rays. Her reaction to Cass's profession, genuine excitement, pulled up from the depths memories of her littlest brother. His blue eyes had been large and his mouth agape in wonder as she had presented her first creation, a painfully simple hooded, wool-lined moleskin cloak. Cass pushed the memory away, determined to stay in the present, memories from before were no longer a safe respite.

Neither was this warmth meant to stay. A guard. A chill wrapped its hands around Cass's spine as she spoke. Useful information, certainly, "Thank you." she managed levelly.

Then, an exuberant man. Horribly annoying. She took notice of a moderate magical energy which resided within him. Would he notice if it were drained away? She stepped aside, "Nobler blood? Where?" she mused privately.

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"There you are!" she scooped up the orange tabby whose yellow-green eyes, to a knowing individual, displayed the contentment of one who had gotten away with his crime. Turning to Elara, "Thank you for your hospitality, Elara." Cassandra said with a small nod, offering her genuine appreciation, before making her best attempt to fade into the crowd.

Tensions had risen since whoever he was had arrived. He appeared to be abrasive to everyone, even and especially to the guards. When was this big announcement supposed to happen? Cassandra buried her nose into Butternut's neck fur, breathing in the calming scent of him.

Then, news of the death of her queen settled onto her shoulders like wet wool. Cass had never seen the queen, she had always been like a fairytale queen to her, but the princess's words made her more real in Cass's mind. She looked up to where the princess was speaking, and saw a woman around her age--wounded. Cassandra knew what it was like to know you would never again see someone you dearly love--she sympathized with Princess Amaya, as she clung to her own blissful ignorance which she had been blessed with and assumed her family still alive, continuing as they always had. She took a steadying breath, and curled herself around Butternut, her tether, as a biting wind began to pick up.

"We should find somewhere to stay." she murmured to her cat, scanning the crowd and the horizon.

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Realms of Sun & Shadow

Cassandra "Cass" Myselii

Time: Morning, Location: 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, "Is this common?" 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 these guards 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. "Would you happen to know, if there might be need for a seamstress in town? She would have to come by materials, but she was skilled in the craft and fittings would give valuable openings.

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A lone ronin tiredly stepped into the abandoned village looking for a McDonald's, where she hoped to eat and sleep in the bathroom. The McDonald's was closed, but the Burger King was strangely open, ran by a massive, hulking rat in a tailcoat and top hat. They looked more like a plumber than a rat, but that’s because of the massive mustache. Oh, how glorious this mustache was; so worthy of emphasis for it was large, oil-black, voluminous, and could grant any wish with only a twirl! Of course the price for such a wish was high and terrible; one must deliver to him a large wheel of extremely rare and extremely stinky bleu cheese.

Hot wing restaurants hated her simple trick: steal all the bleu cheese that they use to make their bleu cheese sauce from all the hot wing joints in a 100 mile radius. Without the Bleu cheese for their sauce, they couldn't ensure that the evil ghost kitchens (SO SPOOKY THOSE GHOST KITCHENS, I'LL TELL YA, THE SPOOKIEST) would never pull a fast one on the good people of the nation by selling them all sauce sans the blues --- white sauce labeled as blue!

And no one would ever disrespect Marmalade Butterby's 15th amendment of "DON'T MISLABEL THE WHITE SAUCE!". Anyways, back to the ronin; she was, at this moment, hatching her plan to aquire the necessary bleu cheese.

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