Out of the Preserve and Onto the Dorm Lawn, Tuesday Morning

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It had been days of ceaseless hunting, and yet Cassandra was no closer to fulfilling the request that had been made of her. It was beginning to dawn on her that it was, perhaps, a fruitless quest, and that the chance that Anders had long since made up for the lost moss was considerable

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Whatever was going on was really starting to give Nathan a headache. Each day the preserve looked worse and worse and whatever was happening seemed to just be seeping into his pores.

Going inside when he felt like he did seemed like a bad decision so he was mostly walking around and trying to push back whatever sickness wanted to grab him.

He glanced up at Cassandra and then up at the branches in her hair. "Someone had a long night," he said without really thinking.

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Cassandra reached up and tugged one of the branches free. It left more of her hair in a messy tangle, the ponytail unkempt. If not as much as the hair of some of her fellow students.

"What is it to you?" she grumbled.

She was tired, however, and the futility of it all was beginning to dawn on her. It did not come out as confrontational as it otherwise might have.

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"It's nothing to me," he said, shaking his head. "It was an observation. Were you in the preserve? I'm surprised there's that many branches even left."

That was an exaggeration but becoming truer by the hour.

[seeks_truth]

"I have been hunting deer," she grunted. "Unsuccessfully."

For which she would be grateful, had she known what the phylactery was currently doing to Anders.