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JESTER CAN COUNT THE WAYS in which cassandra has changed one by one, a million and one tiny little things that differ from the living memory frozen in her head ; time stops for no one, least of all little girls who think themselves above the nature of things. cass is older, shrugged off the girlhood that still clings to jester like snow, has lived twice the lifetime she herself did live. and she’s ... happy. she hopes beyond all hope that cassandra has been happy and loved and safe and ⸻
she aches for home. it’s not a new feeling, but now it feels more gut wrenching, the agony of longing a thing with teeth. can’t look at her least she starts crying, and it feels like that’s what she’s been doing since she got back, or at the very least, what she’s been doing when not fighting the end of the world. ❝ we uh, we stopped the city. the flesh one, you remember, anyway we stopped it, which means that hey, exandria won’t turn into a flesh world and stuff, great ... ❞ @sneachd’s fingers against her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. jester grabs at her hand with both of hers, presses her forehead to the back of it, the sting of tears oceanic and unwanted. ❝ i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, cass, i didn’t want ⸻ i tried ... i don’t know how to go home. ❞
tag drop : francine millers, critical role oc affiliated w/ @sneachd dynamics
★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 074. francine millers ( dynamics ) — rel. cassandra / sneachd
★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 074. francine millers ( dynamics ) — rel. archie
send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill.
@sneachd: investigation check
"i know i’ve got an extra pair of boots around here somewhere,” imogen muses aloud as she both searches for the riding boots and starts pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail simultaneously. thankfully, she doesn’t have to look [ 20 + 3 = 23 ] far. “well, i’ll be. if they’d have been a snake, it would’ve bitten me!” she smiles over at cassandra and snatches up the boots. imogen walks them over to her, sizing her up one last time.
“they’ll fit alright. might be a bit big on ya, but better than whatcha got,” she hands them off. “i’m sure your boots’d be fine if it’s too much of a hassle,” as she’s talking, she’s getting her horse ready to go. “how long’d you say it’d been since you'd ridden?”
Comparing the great city of Whitestone to the decaying valley of Barovia is wrong, but what else can she use? She knows deep, dark woods and stalking beasts. She knows pockets of civilization with corruption and distrust, with people that look to the ground and pretend they do not hear cries for help. Whitestone is different.
( She’s heard the tale, though. A whisper of what happened, but she closed her ears to the bulk of the talk. She’s had enough darkness, enough vampires. )
What has her attention is the tree. It’s twisting branches are covered with growth – yellow and orange and red, full and lush and beautiful – and Florence cannot help but reach out and place both hands upon its trunk. “ This is a wonderful city, ” she says, acknowledging the other but unable to look away. “ It is something to be proud of. ”
@sneachd, a random sc !

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it was strange, re-learning the paths she had once known like the back of her hand like a child learning one’s home. but vesper was doing so with the grace she had learned at her mother’s back before... before she had welcomed the devil into her family home. she was still learning exactly what happened while she was out, gaining bits and pieces from others. but one thing remained a factor, no matter what. that cassandra had suffered so much more than she had ever wished for her sister to.
it was this thought that brought the elder de rolo to her sister’s office, giving the guards a nod before raising a gloved hand to knock against the door. a moment’s wait was given for a response before she dared to open it, slipping in carefully before searching for cass’ face. “ i apologize, if you are too busy i can go... “ pelor’s grace, the idea of her baby sister being busy was strange, but here they were. “ i do not mean to disturb you. “
Leasan goirid mu dhéidhinn sneachd. / Short lesson about snow.