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Whispers. Strange looks. Well, stranger than usual and that was exactly the thing that made Clarissa narrow her eyes in confusion and distress. That feeling of cold dread, a flash of nearing vision seized her, before someone passed next to her a muttered out “Titan.”
Clarissa turned around, something resembling fear gleaming in her eyes and she spoke loud enough for the person to hear her.
“Excuse me, but what did you just call me?”
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“So I’ve heard but I remain uninterested in drinking.” Tasmin offered with a court nod. “Something else you’ve seen? You are the girl that saw that riot coming, aren’t you?” She asked in an attempt to stir the conversation to more interesting and meaningful waters. “A man on the other side said so pointing at you.” She lied and felt a little embarrassed for doing so.
Clarissa could only sigh in reply. It was hard not being seen or recognized, apparently. “Yes, that is me. Clarissa Melborne. I have seen a great deal of things, all of them came true, yet people still cease to believe me. Which is another reason why I drink. Alcohol doesn’t ask questions, it doesn’t judge me, or blame me, or ridicule me.”
“Briar.” She introduced as she sat down next to the brunette. “Company is, indeed, a good thing. If it is enjoyable.”
“Then I hope you shall enjoy mine.” She smiled.
“I don’t believe in those properties of liquor, as I’ve told a friend once. How is it working for you so far?” She asked, not interested in drinking; she was never iterested in drinking, to be honest.
Clarissa shrugged. “It helps me deal with my problems... Postponing them, to be more precise. So, I am content.”
Briar was desperate for a drink. She didn’t often go to the inn, mostly because her job has kept her busy at the palace, but after finding out that she would have a few hours of peace, the scribe has decided that she really, really needed that drink. Ordering herself a glass of whiskey, Briar walked towards the only other empty seat, that being next to a petite brunette.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” She politely asked as she approached her.
Clarissa nodded, the very moment the woman spoke. “Yes, yes, of course you are welcome to join me.” She replied with a smile. “It is always good to have company. I’m Clarissa.”
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As much as she despised her surroundings— taverns weren’t her natural habitat, at all, she found that the attendants often offered valuable information. She usually sat in a dark corner and scanned the room for people from the palace that might have information about her sister to show up. Once they had had enough to drink, Tasmin would try to approach them.
She recognised the girl that had made that big fuzz at the New Year’s ball and was a little confused. However, she seemed very keen on drinking. “Are you feeling alright, miss?”
Clarissa turned towards the source of the words, a small frown forming on her face. She wondered whether she should lie or not, but after a short consideration, she’s decided to be truthful. “No, not really. That is why I have liquor; to help me improve my mood. You’re welcome to join me.”
Clarissa was beyond exhausted. The nightmares didn’t seem to stop, and she felt like she could no longer tell the difference between dreams and reality. She was sitting at an inn, drinking ale, and contemplating whether or not should she talk to someone, most likely Ana, about the dreams.
After a few moments of drinking in solitude, Claire heard someone approaching her, and she turned around to see who it was.
“Why must we all strive to marry ourselves off to someone and give them oaths we cannot follow? Marriage is a sham, a hoax. You can run along and tell that to the holy men who sees it as part of a woman’s duty and honor.”
“You are right. Though, I doubt I would marry in any near future. Who would ever want to marry a madwoman?” Clarissa retorted with a sad sigh on her lips. “Marriage does offer protection, in a way. A man constantly by your side to protect you, and the one you don’t have to pay for his services as a personal guard.” She chuckled.
Greek Week
“Yes, that is me. I am Cassandra.” The princess smiled softly to the nymph, before she arched her eyebrow in surprise. “Elysium? I am worthy enough, then?”
“Of course. Now, come along. I will show you the way.”
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Greek Week
Minthe has heard about her; now she was certain of it. “Surely – You are Cassandra, princess of Troy? I have heard a great lot about you. Come. Your place is in Elysium.”
“Yes, that is me. I am Cassandra.” The princess smiled softly to the nymph, before she arched her eyebrow in surprise. “Elysium? I am worthy enough, then?”
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Greek Week
“You poor soul.” Minthe glanced at her sympathetically. “I will show you the way. Is it Elysium where you are going?”
Clarissa smiled a thankful smile to her. “Thank you, my lady. I believe so. I am unsure, the ferryman didn’t tell me anything, but I have led an honest life, though I was cursed by the one I worshiped the most, lord Apollo.”
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“Ahhhh suit yourself then.” she smiled, putting the glass down on the table. Clotho had remembered making her string all those years ago. She also remembered that there was something special about her and she wanted to see if it had started yet. A little test wasn’t going to hurt anyone. “It is a party, your family seems to be enjoying it.”
“This party can only end in tears, I fear, my lady.” Cassandra said in a worried, yet gentle, tone. “I do not like that they seem so... Out of their own control and senses. Almost like puppets.” She voiced her concern out loud, though she knew she should keep quiet about her ‘‘gift’‘.
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Clotho let out an excited giggle as she watched her prank slowly take hold of the party in front of her. There was no holding back her laughter as she saw different people taking another glass of the wine that she had added a little something… special to it. She knew she looked odd and probably very very suspicious but there was no stopping the laughter, even as someone approached her. “I do hope you are enjoying the wine tonight. Take a big sip for me.” she smiled.
Cassandra was aware something was strange. She felt that in her bones, her little gift foreseeing this hours prior. She heard the strange guest speak and giggle, and she saw her family fall into a state of maniacal laughter and glazed eyes. When the blonde woman spoke to her, she shook her head. “No, thank you. I am not in mood for drinking.”
[ Greek Week ]
Cassandra knew. That was her greatest problem. She knew what would happen, but no one listened. No one ever listened. Not since she...
She was reading a book, inside her chambers, when a soft knock on her bedroom door startled her. Cassandra frowned, slightly. She shouldn’t have any visitors at this hour. However, her ‘gift’ told her nothing bad was to happen to her, so she softly called out:
“Come in.”
Greek Week
It was one of those busy days in the Underworld; spirits of men, women and children passing though the gates and boarding Charon’s ship, to transfer them to either Elysium or Tartarus. Must have been a war or a sort of illness, or famine, in the upper world. Minthe didn’t really know or particularly cared. She was surrounded by the Dead all her lifetime and she has learned to ignore the wailing of the dead for a long time now.
As she walked close to the river band of Cocytus, Minthe spotted a figure approaching her. Titling her head, she stopped in her tracks and observed the person.
“Aren’t we a little lost? This isn’t the part for the dead.”
Cassandra didn’t know where to go. She’s payed the ferryman for delivering her here, but she was absolutely clueless as to where she should go. She hoped Elysium was sentenced to her, yet there was no way to know for sure. Wandering around, Cassandra noticed a figure ahead and, hoping it won’t devour her, rushed to reach it. As the woman spoke, she bowed her head in modesty.
“I am terribly sorry, my lady. I am lost. I don’t know where to go.”
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“Oh, yes, I have seen the monster myself.” Sloane said with a smirk, spinning the tale how she wished. Panic and chaos were things she loved more than anything, and she reveled in inflicting it. “It is huge. Bigger than a schooner. With tentacles and scales and needles for teeth. It is a most horrible sight.” And not to mention imaginary.
Clarissa observed the woman with a frown on her face. “I do not believe you. I think you are lying.”
