Tonight We Eat Meat...Maybe? [OPEN]

[cassie_of_troy]

Characters: Cassandra and anyone who responds to her network post
Setting/Location: The Training Room, Level Three
Date & Time: Day 34
Warnings: Fine-Feathered Violence
Summary: Cassandra leads a hunting party against the turkeys. Yeah, this should end well.

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[truthandlyres]

When Apollo entered the training room, hands in his pockets, he appeared thoughtful, absentminded, as though he hadn't even realized what room he had entered.

He looked that way due to centuries of practice. In actuality, he had paced outside the training room for a few minutes before he decided to enter. He'd been giving Cassandra some room, and in this size of a caravan, it wasn't easy to do. Still, he saw how nervous she got every time that he came around, and Apollo had been sincere when he told Cassandra that he wanted to be friends. Scaring her wasn't a good way to start that process.

But when he'd noticed her entry about a hunting party, Apollo figured a group setting was as good a time as any to go talk to her. Maybe she'd be more comfortable with him if other people were around--though, unfortunately, it looked as though they were alone at this point.

"Cassandra," he greeted cordially, remaining a few feet away from her. "Good afternoon."

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra turned in the direction of that all-too-familiar voice, slowly lowering the tip of her bow to the floor and resting her hands on the top. Of course, she had forgotten that network posts weren't nearly as private here as they could be in Rowan. The new technology was still confusing and she had to admit that she hadn't been paying careful enough attention to the things she was doing with it. A small sigh arose in her throat, but she suppressed it, pressing her lips together. She would not snap or bark or snarl. This would remain civil.

Maybe.

Of course, she had to say something. "Good afternoon." That sounded about right. In a hollow, noncommittal sort of way. Empty. Sort of like a lie. Damn it. "What are you doing here

[truthandlyres]

Well, honesty was the best policy. "I saw on the network that you would be here," he replied, leaning against a wall some distance away from her. "I thought that maybe you could use an extra hand in catching these--" His voice dripped with sardonic implication as he finished "--formidable beasts."

Brushing his hair away from his forehead, he gave a sweeping bow. "That is, of course, assuming that my presence here isn't going to offend you. I can certainly leave."

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra sighed outwardly this time. There was a bit of an appeal to just telling him to go. She had the impression that he would actually listen. On the other hand, she supposed, maybe this would be a valuable opportunity. Some part of Cassandra wanted Apollo to see what she had become, to know that she wasn't the same person he had said goodbye to beneath the deck of Agamemnon's ship. Maybe it would be empowering.

She nodded slightly. "Feel free," she said, keeping her voice even and soft. "Although I don't think it would be a very good idea to chase the birds around with your bare hands."