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[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra is downstairs.

A copy of The Wind in the Willows dangles half-forgotten from her fingertips as she trails through the bar. She found it somewhere

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[creator_raven]

Somewhere, possibly quite close by, there is a thump.

And then a voice, curious.

"It is meant for building?"

[creator_raven]

"Footprints are trickier. And they spill, I think."

He grins.

"There are things I forget, perhaps. Teaching is not among them."

This might be his version of a promise.

[kassandraloxias]

*she nods, solemnly as possible, but not too solemnly, or he would not take her seriously.*

Then you will be part of my Plan.

It is a thing. A Plan is, I meant.

*She smiles at him, and tosses him a very shiny silver coin, and drifts away.*

[creator_raven]

Raven catches the coin, tucking it in his pocket.

"So it is."

And then he, too, is gone--up to the rafters.