Cassandra has finally settled into life in this new world. There’s a degree of happiness here that she hadn’t managed to find in the City, after everything. Maybe not as much as Rome, despite the war against the Titans... but there’s a freedom here that suits her. A freedom that she hadn’t had in... a long time. Choice. She can live the life she chooses here. A life she can build for herself.
She’s finding herself itching with inactivity. Her... pseudo-employment with the herbarium and the apothecary have filled her pouches with gold well enough and it does keep her a little busy, as well as her delving into studying and learning about the world she’s found herself in and the creatures that live there. But she’s used to... more. Running a city and then fighting a war. So she sets about to fix that.
One of the things she’d purchased once she’d built up a decent amount of gold and good will was 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 would mind). So she 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.
It’s a terribly fanciful notion, but she feels something ease in her chest the moment she mounts up and rides out of Gazin. Nudging Melora into a gallop, she revels in feeling the wind in her hair, the sun on her face. As Gazin fades from view Cassandra slows down to enjoy the ride. She doesn’t expect to see a familiar face, but she’s terribly glad to. Grinning, she speeds up a little, to fall into pace beside Geralt, handling Melora with the skill of someone who’s grown up with horses.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she greets him, teasing. “Mind a little company?” Echoing the question she'd asked him the last time they'd ventured outside the city's boundaries.
enroute to check out Roselake?
She’s finding herself itching with inactivity. Her... pseudo-employment with the herbarium and the apothecary have filled her pouches with gold well enough and it does keep her a little busy, as well as her delving into studying and learning about the world she’s found herself in and the creatures that live there. But she’s used to... more. Running a city and then fighting a war. So she sets about to fix that.
One of the things she’d purchased once she’d built up a decent amount of gold and good will was 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 would mind). So she 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.
It’s a terribly fanciful notion, but she feels something ease in her chest the moment she mounts up and rides out of Gazin. Nudging Melora into a gallop, she revels in feeling the wind in her hair, the sun on her face. As Gazin fades from view Cassandra slows down to enjoy the ride. She doesn’t expect to see a familiar face, but she’s terribly glad to. Grinning, she speeds up a little, to fall into pace beside Geralt, handling Melora with the skill of someone who’s grown up with horses.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she greets him, teasing. “Mind a little company?” Echoing the question she'd asked him the last time they'd ventured outside the city's boundaries.