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farsickness2020-06-07 05:43 am
ofwovenstone) wrote in farsickness2020-06-07 05:43 am
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🌿 Grow me a garden of roses, paint me the colours of sky and rain
WHO: Cassandra de Rolo (ofwovenstone) and OPEN
WHEN: June!
WHAT: Stuff! Things! Horseback riding and getting into trouble.
WHERE: All over the place in and around Gazin; venturing further out
WARNINGS: None to start, probably. Save maybe the usual warnings that naturally come with a de Rolo. Because nightmares.
NOTES: Any prompts involving the use of her powers are reserved for her existing CR. Other than that, feel free to find her just about anywhere, exploring and observing and drawing and getting into trouble (attacked by bandits, creatures, go wild!).
Cassandra has finally settled into life in this new world. It’s not quite Rome, but it’s.... she’s finding that she likes it here. Has found a degree of happiness that had been lacking in the City. There’s a freedom here that she hadn’t had in... a very long time. Choice. She can live the life she chooses, here. And that is something she cannot help but cherish.
And indulge in at every turn.
Her freelancing for the herbarium and the apothecary has filled her pouches with gold well enough to allow her more than a little flexibility in purchases. (And allows her to not worry about such things anymore.) And her first major purchase (aside from clothes, other necessities, and art supplies) had been a horse. Rome had reminded her how much she enjoyed riding and she intended to take it up again. And horseback would make travel far quicker than making attempts on foot. Not that she’d mind; there’s something to be said for travelling on foot.
So she’d found herself a horse; a hot-blooded mare she named Melora. As soon as she’d caught sight of the mare there had been no other horse for her. So maybe the horse had chosen her, as well. They got on splendidly from the word go, with the sort of silent, wordless communication that comes with being horse and rider for ages, once they’d gotten used to each other.
She goes riding as often as she can (although she ventures out on foot just as often), enjoying the wind in her hair and the sense of freedom that wells in her chest. She can’t remember the last time she’s felt this way. Certainly she’d been far younger. And far more innocent.
She can be found at the stables with Melora frequently, talking softly to her as she cares for her and feeds her treats. While there might be someone there that tends to the horses, Melora is hers and she’s there as often as she can be.
(Yes, she talks to her horse. What of it?)
ofwovenstone) and OPENWHEN: June!
WHAT: Stuff! Things! Horseback riding and getting into trouble.
WHERE: All over the place in and around Gazin; venturing further out
WARNINGS: None to start, probably. Save maybe the usual warnings that naturally come with a de Rolo. Because nightmares.
NOTES: Any prompts involving the use of her powers are reserved for her existing CR. Other than that, feel free to find her just about anywhere, exploring and observing and drawing and getting into trouble (attacked by bandits, creatures, go wild!).
Cassandra has finally settled into life in this new world. It’s not quite Rome, but it’s.... she’s finding that she likes it here. Has found a degree of happiness that had been lacking in the City. There’s a freedom here that she hadn’t had in... a very long time. Choice. She can live the life she chooses, here. And that is something she cannot help but cherish.
And indulge in at every turn.
Her freelancing for the herbarium and the apothecary has filled her pouches with gold well enough to allow her more than a little flexibility in purchases. (And allows her to not worry about such things anymore.) And her first major purchase (aside from clothes, other necessities, and art supplies) had been a horse. Rome had reminded her how much she enjoyed riding and she intended to take it up again. And horseback would make travel far quicker than making attempts on foot. Not that she’d mind; there’s something to be said for travelling on foot.
So she’d found herself a horse; a hot-blooded mare she named Melora. As soon as she’d caught sight of the mare there had been no other horse for her. So maybe the horse had chosen her, as well. They got on splendidly from the word go, with the sort of silent, wordless communication that comes with being horse and rider for ages, once they’d gotten used to each other.
She goes riding as often as she can (although she ventures out on foot just as often), enjoying the wind in her hair and the sense of freedom that wells in her chest. She can’t remember the last time she’s felt this way. Certainly she’d been far younger. And far more innocent.
She can be found at the stables with Melora frequently, talking softly to her as she cares for her and feeds her treats. While there might be someone there that tends to the horses, Melora is hers and she’s there as often as she can be.
(Yes, she talks to her horse. What of it?)
stables
He's leading a horse back to its stall, the soft clop of its hooves echoing. Suddenly there's a gentle scolding from Jon to the horse, "What have I told you? That is not food."
no subject
“Somehow I don’t think they’ll listen,” she answers, sounding amused.
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He inclines his head at Melora. "She seems to be a good-natured one."