Cassandra had been dreading - and looking forward to - this moment since Sunday. She had tried on both of her dresses before deciding neither of them made her feel very comfortable, and comfortable was something she should be - so she was wearing her nicest sweater and trousers, all black and eggplant. She was still fidgeting with it. Perhaps she ( Read more... )

Cassandra woke up early, as she did every morning, and rolled over so that she may leave the bed, as she did every morning, and then crashed to the floor in a flurry of hooves and tail and other such nonsense.

"Maker!She scrambled up to her-- legs, breathing harshly, eyes big. "What magic is this?!" she snapped, staring down at her front hooves. ( Read more... )

It had been an entirely normal week, and Cassandra was grateful for it; she had spent most of her time at the salle, ensuring that her form retained no elements of the restlessness of weeks past. Today she had earned some respite, she felt: so after a short morning training, she retreated back to her room ( Read more... )

Cassandra had returned the last batch of books to the library. She was beginning to run out of novels in her preferred genre, which perhaps made her sadder than she should have necessarily been ( Read more... )

There was apparently another voyage of leisure the school was embarking on sooner rather than later. And Cassandra, being as fond of being prepared as she was, was making sure she was appropriately packed well before they left.

Well before ( Read more... )

The book of dirty poetry Cassandra had confiscated from Garik was still... there. On her nightstand. Mocking her. Moreso now that her one class of the day had finished and she would have all the time in the world to stare at it while it mocked. And it mocked fiercely ( Read more... )

The last time Cassandra had tumbled onto Fandom, she had not been prepared. It was different this time: she had brought a whole host of clothes and supplies with her. She had waited to see if the Causeway was blocking her departure again (yes) and if the island had changed any in her absence (no), but now she was certain of both matters and it was ( Read more... )

Cassandra had been in a perfectly ordinary repressing mood all week. She had eaten, she had slept, she had menaced the dummies, she had attended her classes and continued her studies into the island's portal system. There was nothing the matter. All was normal ( Read more... )

It would be an understatement to say Cassandra was still confused about the weekend. She remembered some stretches of it, yet others had faded. She had woken up to the name 'Cory' written on the back of a sheet of paper on her desk, on Monday, but she could not figure out what that might have meant ( Read more... )

Poor Cassandra had not been aware of the consequences of Fandom reunions when she had gone to bed as a teenager last night, and upon waking up an adult in the morning, she still was not. She was confused, yes, as she realized that the bed she was in was considerably smaller than the over-the-top one in the Divine's quarters ( Read more... )