Cassandra Pentagast wasn’t one to give into fear or nerves. The very thought seemed useless and pointless in the long run, especially now when chaos was the rule of law. As she approached the ancient elven stronghold her body bristled, the tattoos on her wrists almost seeming to writhe against the constraints of her skin. Myta snoozed none the wiser curled around the back of her neck, soaking up the warmth of her skin, her black scales reflecting the sun with a rainbow of color when it trickled down to her through the woods. She hummed a song as they rode through the trees.
The others hadn’t quite felt comfortable wandering into the territory. Even the elvish members of her band seemed a bit concerned. It was nothing to do with Arlathan on its own just that Cassandra was about to knock on the doorstep of the famed Inquisitor without so much of a warning. They trusted she knew what she was doing, but felt safer camping out until they had achieved an invitation.
There was a bit of a concern. Cassandra hadn’t seen Vela in years. She didn’t even know if her old friend was aware she was alive. She didn’t remember the exact date she’d gone missing. So much of that was a blur. She was on a mission for the Shadow Council, she fell asleep, and woke up in her clutches.
It was weird to think of it like that now. To think back on how their relationship had started and what it eventually became and who she was now afterward and away from her. She played with the stolen amulet around her neck as Myta popped her head up on her shoulder, suddenly awakened, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air.
”What is it, girl?” Cassandra asked in Nevarran, as that was what she had grown used to speaking with her crew recently. The dragonling maid a chittering noise as she pushed up on her front legs to get a better sniff of the air, ”Don’t take off. We don’t know if there’s anything bigger than you around looking for a snack.”
The others hadn’t quite felt comfortable wandering into the territory. Even the elvish members of her band seemed a bit concerned. It was nothing to do with Arlathan on its own just that Cassandra was about to knock on the doorstep of the famed Inquisitor without so much of a warning. They trusted she knew what she was doing, but felt safer camping out until they had achieved an invitation.
There was a bit of a concern. Cassandra hadn’t seen Vela in years. She didn’t even know if her old friend was aware she was alive. She didn’t remember the exact date she’d gone missing. So much of that was a blur. She was on a mission for the Shadow Council, she fell asleep, and woke up in her clutches.
It was weird to think of it like that now. To think back on how their relationship had started and what it eventually became and who she was now afterward and away from her. She played with the stolen amulet around her neck as Myta popped her head up on her shoulder, suddenly awakened, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air.
”What is it, girl?” Cassandra asked in Nevarran, as that was what she had grown used to speaking with her crew recently. The dragonling maid a chittering noise as she pushed up on her front legs to get a better sniff of the air, ”Don’t take off. We don’t know if there’s anything bigger than you around looking for a snack.”
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