Cassandra tilts her gaze towards him, again, blue-grey eyes meeting amber. The question he asks doesn’t surprise her, but what does is how unbothered she is at the thought of answering truthfully.
“It was, yes. It wasn’t quite so bad, in the worlds I found myself in before this. But in Whitestone... my home.” There’s a complicated tangle of emotions in her voice, there. It hadn’t been her home in a very long time. “Or what was my home. I haven’t had much choice there in a very long time.” Any. Choice.
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Cassandra tilts her gaze towards him, again, blue-grey eyes meeting amber. The question he asks doesn’t surprise her, but what does is how unbothered she is at the thought of answering truthfully.
“It was, yes. It wasn’t quite so bad, in the worlds I found myself in before this. But in Whitestone... my home.” There’s a complicated tangle of emotions in her voice, there. It hadn’t been her home in a very long time. “Or what was my home. I haven’t had much choice there in a very long time.” Any. Choice.