So Many Strings Waiting To Be Pulled

Slowly, Cassiopeia pushes herself up. A small avalanche of poros tumble off of her in her wake. She looks outside her window to see... A girl riding a horse mad of metal. Fighting against Noxian soldiers. And winning. Oh dear.

Slaps Cassiopeia’s snake body. This baby can crush so many bones.

Rubs her eyes, stretches... Only to lay herself across her own snake body. The cold is not a good time for a snake.

“Goodness there are a lot of you, aren’t there? Fine, I suppose I can entertain for a few hours. How are my constituents doing this evening, hm?”

Pokes head out. “I return only to say I told you Swain was a bastard of a man for stripping my family of its wealth and lying to the aristocracy who cared so much about him!”