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[sevendogwoman]

When she walks in it is with an air of nobility, straight and proud, her hand resting lightly on the head of her lead dog, a tall, equally noble sighthound with long, curling fur. But it lasts only a moment as she jerks back, realizing that this is not where she was meant to be, revealing instead a pale woman dressed only in a simple deerskin dress

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[apolloscurse]

Cassandra knows that expression a little too well. Cautiously, she approaches, making sure that the newcomer can see her, and asks in her quiet, slightly timid voice, "Who are you looking for?"

[sevendogwoman]

"I- I'm looking for my-" She stops, because that is not quite right; he is not her prince. "Prince Ossin. Have you seen him?"

[apolloscurse]

Cassandra shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry. I just got here myself." She offers a shaky smile. It's easier to be brave around other females - she's still a little uneasy around boys.

[sevendogwoman]

Deerskin looks disappointed - moreso than she might realize - but nods, returning the smile when she notices it. "No need to apologize. I was just- hoping he had managed to come here, too."

[apolloscurse]

Cassandra wouldn't understand the sentiment, but she nods slowly. "I was hoping that my sisters would be here, but I haven't seen any of them. This place is very strange, to me at least."

[sevendogwoman]

"It is to me, too. A little frightening," she admits.

[apolloscurse]

"For me as well," Cassandra says softly.

[sevendogwoman]

"At least I seem to have met nice people." She smiles at Cassandra.

[apolloscurse]

Cassandra blushes. "Thank you," she says in a small voice. "I found nice people when I first came here too. I could introduce you to some of them, perhaps - having friends makes everything a litte better."

[sevendogwoman]

"I think I would like that. It is nice, having friends." She has only just remembered this herself, having spent a long time only with her dog.