maybe it'll be better? [open]
Who: Cassandra and Ginny
What: Take Two
When: Friday evening
Where: Around and about the living quarters of the "tree babies"
Cassandra hadn't been back to her room since the attack. For some reason, she was afraid to be alone, but afraid to be around people. Another paradox. Most of all, she was terrified to fall asleep. If she fell asleep, she would dream. And if she dreamed...who knew? A shaman they were calling her? She didn't know what that meant but she didn't like the sound of it. The voices of the gods? She had had quite enough of that. Carefully, she retied the now-fraying knot holding the silk around her chest.
The aftermath of the demons' party was nothing peculiar to Cassandra. It looked just like the remains of any celebration she had attended as a girl. But for some reason, as she walked through the debris and dust, she kept expecting to find stray bodies lying around. The fight had been horrible, but nowhere near the magnitude of what she had survived in times past. Past. She was still stuck in the past. Living the misery of her former life. Or not so former.
What: Take Two
When: Friday evening
Where: Around and about the living quarters of the "tree babies"
Cassandra hadn't been back to her room since the attack. For some reason, she was afraid to be alone, but afraid to be around people. Another paradox. Most of all, she was terrified to fall asleep. If she fell asleep, she would dream. And if she dreamed...who knew? A shaman they were calling her? She didn't know what that meant but she didn't like the sound of it. The voices of the gods? She had had quite enough of that. Carefully, she retied the now-fraying knot holding the silk around her chest.
The aftermath of the demons' party was nothing peculiar to Cassandra. It looked just like the remains of any celebration she had attended as a girl. But for some reason, as she walked through the debris and dust, she kept expecting to find stray bodies lying around. The fight had been horrible, but nowhere near the magnitude of what she had survived in times past. Past. She was still stuck in the past. Living the misery of her former life. Or not so former.