The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had a... duel, of sorts, planned with the pirate. Now that the immediate anger had worn off, it was beginning to sound rather more foolish to her ears.

But she had made another appointment, one that was far less foolish and far more important. Today, she would make good on her promise to help Lucille learn how to defend herself because

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[crimson_sister]

On one hand Lucille had wished that she had had her own weapons to bring, on the other that would perhaps seem suspicious. No, she told herself, not really; no one here knew why she had been committed to the asylum, or even shat she had spent the past year there.

Or did they? Cassandra didn't at least, she was sure of that.

"Good afternoon," she greeted as she entered the salle, glancing around the room as she did so. Having been unsure what to wear, she had decided on a plain black dress decorated with red ribbons. It would have to do.

[seeks_truth]

"Lucille!" Cassandra's tone brightened immediately. "Good afternoon. I hope your classes have not been too vexing."

[crimson_sister]

"Cassandra." She smiled, walking up to one of the dummies and poking it lightly. "And no, they haven't. But I noticed what that other girl did in class yesterday. Isabel, is it? How rude."

[seeks_truth]

"Isabela," Cassandra said. She walked over to where she had left the training daggers. "She hails from my world. She is not worth your attention."

And maybe Cassandra would be able to remind herself of that soon enough.