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[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra waits. She's good at waiting; it might have been a thousand years, it might have been an hour. She's been waiting since that axe fell, and she's waited since she fell again

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[witchy_rebel]

A step closer, and another, and Morgan shouldn't be this silent this close to her unborn son's birthday.

But she is, as she takes yet another step to peer at the map with cloud-grey eyes.

[kassandraloxias]

She bows her head in friendly greeting, and offers a seat to the hedge-witch girl.

"What do you see? Perhaps you know what I cannot. You are not trying to get there."

[witchy_rebel]

A little smile, and she gratefully takes the seat.

"I know the Dreaming, would that help you?"

[kassandraloxias]

"I do not know. I only know I was... up there... and when I came back here, my memory all was washed clean."

[witchy_rebel]

"Have to give the dead blood to remember, in spells and rituals and asking them questions."

[kassandraloxias]

"I don't want blood!" She looks uncertain. "Once my brother asked help of a dead soul. He killed sheep. The answers he got were no help to him."

She sighs. "I do not want answers. I want all the pieces."

[witchy_rebel]

A flinch, and she brushes her black hair back.

"Necromancer, witch...Can't help with other's minds. Calm and soothe, but can't find pieces. Mine get in the way."

[kassandraloxias]

"It is all right." She soothes the girl as much as she can, herself. "Perhaps your son will help you press the pieces back together."

[witchy_rebel]

A little smile, an uncertain one, though.

"Perhaps. That would be nice of him."

[kassandraloxias]

"Is he not your answer, then? Is he not the end of the questions, but the beginning?"

[witchy_rebel]

"I don't...I don't know. He was a quest. But it all shattered before then."

[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra is troubled by this not-maiden. She furrows her brow. "Where is your home? Where is your kin? Where is your man, whose son this will be? Why do they not shelter you now, when you are lost?"

[witchy_rebel]

Softly,

"They don't want me. Kick me out with shouts and curses and Mama's whip on my back. So, I came here and found another home, another one to love."

[kassandraloxias]

"And no one here has hurt you, I trust that? But what will you do when your son is born? Will you rear him here, in this place?"

[witchy_rebel]

"Not on purpose, no. And...no. Promised someone at home I would come back. But here is safe until then."

[kassandraloxias]

"And your son, will he be safe?"