Within a few moments, Cordelia answered the door--mostly out of curiosity. People didn't usually visit at this time of night. Cherry was flying, Mikney was dead, Hood was gone, and Bret was apparently off in Mage City or something. Lately, nights had been making Cordelia painfully lonely.
She'd half expected a psychotic killer to turn up at her door (at least it would have caused some excitement!), and she was halfway between relieved and disappointed when it was Cassandra. On the one hand, she wouldn't be murdered (most likely). On the other hand, it was probably something work related. And Cordy just wasn't in the mood.
"Cassandra," she said, putting on a smile so delighted that no one would have ever known how tired or sad she was. "What a pleasure to see you. Would you like to come in?"
It could have been Cassandra's imagination, but that smile looked a bit rusty to her. Cordelia was a little bit of a mystery to her. Cassandra was used to courtly speech and flattery, but Cordelia was good, perhaps better than anyone else Cassandra had ever seen. Except maybe Paris, but she was fairly certain that Cordelia had no desire to get her into bed. She just wasn't Cordelia's type.
Maybe.
She held out the shawl. "I found this in the tavern," she explained evenly. "It looks like something you'd wear." It was beautiful, actually. Smooth, black silk, woven with green and gold glass beads. Fairly impressive, by Rowanese standards of craftsmanship. Of course, she had seen better. "Is it yours?"
Oh, that was her shawl. It was warm enough that she hadn't felt the chill on the walk home. "It is," she replied, reaching out to take the shawl. "Thank you for bringing it to me. It's a bit of a walk from your place, isn't it?"
She stepped back, mind quickly racing through the correct protocol. It was late, but Cassandra worked at the Stoat. She was probably used to the late hours by this point. "Would you like to come in?" she asked again. "I have some tea."
Cassandra hesitated. Again, she had a hard time reading Cordelia. Did she really want company, or did she just want to be left alone? Was she simply being polite?
Cassandra frowned slightly. "I won't keep you," she said, deciding to give Cordelia an out, if she so desired. Again, she shook her bushy hair back behind her shoulders. It kept slipping forward.
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She'd half expected a psychotic killer to turn up at her door (at least it would have caused some excitement!), and she was halfway between relieved and disappointed when it was Cassandra. On the one hand, she wouldn't be murdered (most likely). On the other hand, it was probably something work related. And Cordy just wasn't in the mood.
"Cassandra," she said, putting on a smile so delighted that no one would have ever known how tired or sad she was. "What a pleasure to see you. Would you like to come in?"
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Maybe.
She held out the shawl. "I found this in the tavern," she explained evenly. "It looks like something you'd wear." It was beautiful, actually. Smooth, black silk, woven with green and gold glass beads. Fairly impressive, by Rowanese standards of craftsmanship. Of course, she had seen better. "Is it yours?"
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She stepped back, mind quickly racing through the correct protocol. It was late, but Cassandra worked at the Stoat. She was probably used to the late hours by this point. "Would you like to come in?" she asked again. "I have some tea."
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Cassandra frowned slightly. "I won't keep you," she said, deciding to give Cordelia an out, if she so desired. Again, she shook her bushy hair back behind her shoulders. It kept slipping forward.
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