From (Near) the Preserve to Val Royeaux, Wednesday Early Morning

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It was a morning as any other. For some measure of the phrase: the stars above were still inescapable, the island warmed by the heat coming up out of the planetoid it was set on rather than any recognizable sun. But that did not matter overmuch to Cassandra, who was intent on her morning exercise. She left the mountainside early and trudged towards the path leading out, through the preserve, fully-armored and ready for her morning jog.

Just another day, indeed.

[[ for one, please! ]]