Lore drop!
when cassidy was part of the travelling circus after she left her orphanage, she wasn’t incredibly close with the other performers; the puppeteer who performed to the children in the villages before the big shows and the acrobats, a pair of twin sisters, were probably the closest to her out of all the people she performed with, and even they did not know her too well. cassidy’s best friend, the girl whom she shared a caravan with, was a seamstress. she patched the curtains, fixed any damage to the tent, and made and repaired the performers’ costumes. she taught cassidy how to darn her sweater and patch her coat, and gifted her a small sewing kit to carry around with her. she was the first person cassidy felt truly safe around, and the first person to honestly understand her; a kindred spirit. one of the small things she did for cassidy was gift her a new sweater to replace the worn, ratty one she had been wearing on her travels before the circus. she embroidered the sleeves with arched patterns like the tattoos on cassidy’s cheeks.
when cassidy ran to join the academy, the guilt and grief at leaving her closest friend with only a note saying goodbye weighed on her heavily. now, with the discovery of new friends and understanding companions, the heavy loneliness has settled into a sort of deep, bittersweet longing. she hopes desperately that her friend is safe from the corruption. perhaps one day she can visit her again and show the seamstress her magic. she misses her dearly.
