It had taken more time to move all of her things than Cassandra had entirely anticipated: her armor and equipment were happy, and she had gathered more books over the past year or so than she had thought. And of course, there were the bookshelves they had bought at the Isle of IKEA, which now took up most of the room. Still, as Cassandra put down ( Read more... )

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... )