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@crxxd​ said: Ikaros saw the blood on mater's face and came swooping in. With a chirp of concern, he leant in and pressed his beak to her cheek as if to see if it was her blood or not. 'what happened mama?'

Kassandra chuckled a bit at the way Ikaros approached her. He worried about her so much all the time, but she appreciated it. He was all she had, along with Phobos. But being a misthios came with injuries, and since she was dealing with the Cult of Kosmos, she had to fight even more, and her enemies were now stronger.

         THE OIL lamp in front of her flickered endlessly in the darkened area, her eyes were glued to the small flame — tranced to any light. Nights like these were dangerous, without wine pulsing through her veins she had to feel her emotions instead of sweeping them under the rug, irrationality came — she wanted to run away from her own being. Brown hues flicker to movement in the open pathway, a sigh of relief and then a small smile to offer.

            ❝ Eagle Bearer.. I had hoped to see you again ❞.

They were taking a stroll through the garden and Kassandra was quieter than usual, walking arm-in-arm with Myrrine but not quite there mentally at the moment. She appeared lost in thought. Finally, she stopped walking and turned to the woman beside her. “Mater, there is something I want to tell you. It’s why I asked for you and Alexios to visit again so soon.” Kassandra was feeling uncharacteristically anxious and it showed---she was wringing her hands and shifting weight from one foot to the other. Then she sat on one of the benches nearby to keep herself still. The anxiousness quickly began to fade away as she smiled. “I’m pregnant. Around three months.” Myrrine knew about the sphinx that granted wishes from when she and Kyra had explained how Iris came to be seven years ago. “---Surprise.”

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It isn’t uncommon to find Miss Frye seated among one of Nemoria’s many chairs and lounges placed around the first floor of her shop, no doubt lured in by the thousands of books that Nemoria has allowed her free access to. The two had a rather tentative relationship at the moment, as Miss Frye was much more reserved than her boisterous twin. 

Nonetheless, they seem to get along pretty well, and it didn’t help that Nemoria found Evie rather...attractive. Not that it was too odd a thought for Nemoria, having had crushes in the past regarding other women. Although it was the first time Nemoria felt a kind of ‘pull’ to the assassin, something of which many romance novels loved to spout poetry about the pull and push of attraction. Besides, in many aspects one would think Evie Frye came right out of a fantastical novel herself.

Her rather complicated attraction to the other aside, Nemoria was also aware of the assassin’s goal. Taking back control of London from Starrick and the ‘Templars’ as Nemoria had learned they were called. Her services and partnership with Henry Green had sparked an interest in the twin Fryes, and now she saw quite a bit of them these days. Jacob often stopped by to pester her for information or if she had any new imported ‘goods’ to show him, more than likely referring to weapons she had kept in secret. Such a cheeky lad Jacob was...

Then there was Evie, and from her most recent meet up with Henry over some tea, she had found out that Evie was currently on the heel of Lucy Thorne. A particular name that Nemoria had invested a little time and effort into tracking and following a few leads that led her to a specific location that Miss Thorne seemed to frequent.

Nemoria found herself glancing at the piece of paper she had in hand, an address and name scribbled on it. For whatever fathomable reason, Nemoria found her heart racing as she braved through her trepidation, approaching Evie with even, methodical steps before hovering the paper just in front of the assassin.