Old Friends

Yes, I can see, she looked at the child and looked back up at Kumiko and smirked a little, Not yours, then the idea of her former lover and mistress a mother wasn’t something that ever crossed her mind. Maker, the idea of her even babysitting a child was odd enough. Cassandra looked between the small girl and the elven assassin.

Yes, she is thriving. It’s amazing what happens when something is trained by someone who puts care into it, she replied to the woman, a subtle dig as she scratched the dragonling under the chin and smiled a little as she preened. She could see the little girl’s eyes on the dragon and made a clicking noise, releasing the animal from her position on her shoulder indicating she go down to the little girl. Myta flew down to land at the girl’s feet and snake between her legs like a cat.

Even with that distraction, she was aware of Kumiko moving closer. The wind picked up her scent as she entered Cass’s bubble, Purpose prickled and bristled under her skin as if it felt the lingering yearning of Cassandra from before the veil, from when serving Kumiko was her purpose. Her hand tightened on the hilt and she took a deep breath and then released it, deciding not to give into her baiting especially when she noticed how nervous the other woman was.

Unfortunately, I do not have time to play games, Kumiko. I’m here for a reason.