"I believe we have done enough sightseeing," Cassandra said, as she packed her few belongings into a bag. "We should make for the White Spire soon. They should be able to help us divine a way to return you to the island - or at least give them proof that my missives about it have been true."

She took a deep breath, then pulled a small package out ( Read more... )

( Lucille had woken early... )

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... )