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[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra waits. She's good at waiting; it might have been a thousand years, it might have been an hour. She's been waiting since that axe fell, and she's waited since she fell again

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[walker_cain]

"Evening."

A quiet voice, a quiet man, sometimes, watches, and nods with a smile.

[kassandraloxias]

Kassandra nods, civilly.

"Good evening, murderer."

[walker_cain]

He raises an eyebrow.

"I havent been that in a very long time, nbot actively anyway. Call me Cain, if you will."

he smiles but looks a bit confused.

[kassandraloxias]

"Cain, then."

His confusion does not distress her unduly; she is busy with her map and her charcoal.

"I am Kassandra. I am attempting a theft."

[samael_diablo]

It is in Lucifer's experience that many people wait for him, without knowing that it is he for whom they wait.

This could be an exception.

His fingers tangle and tug gently at her hair.

"Progress, Aurora?"

[kassandraloxias]

She does not acknowledge his fingers in her hair, but she does acknowledge him.

"My lord Morningstar. Are you why I am here now, then?"

She displays the map, rough-edged as it is. The vast space toward the bottom might be the world she left long ago; above the heavens she has tried to fill in what she remembers. Teleute's Road is there, but it trails off.

"I despair of this enterprise, my lord. How am I supposed to get to a place that cannot be charted?"

[samael_diablo]

He closes his eyes and laughs, quiet, his bottom lip sliding between his teeth.

"Is the charting so necessary?"

But he leans in and when his fingers touch the paper there is a pencil in his hand; thin lead, nothing special. He sketches an outline, very rough, nothing more than the boundary and grey-silver shape of a city.

"That is part of it. Not all, as you would know, but part. And perhaps the best place to search for things that have been lost."

[kassandraloxias]

"What place is there, my lord? Can it be reached by one such as I?"

She pauses.

"And who holds the gates?"

[witchy_rebel]

A step closer, and another, and Morgan shouldn't be this silent this close to her unborn son's birthday.

But she is, as she takes yet another step to peer at the map with cloud-grey eyes.

[kassandraloxias]

She bows her head in friendly greeting, and offers a seat to the hedge-witch girl.

"What do you see? Perhaps you know what I cannot. You are not trying to get there."

[witchy_rebel]

A little smile, and she gratefully takes the seat.

"I know the Dreaming, would that help you?"

[kassandraloxias]

"I do not know. I only know I was... up there... and when I came back here, my memory all was washed clean."