Room 203, Wednesday Evening
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nothornlessroseIt was probably a good thing that Cassidy hadn't been given a new roommate after Hiccup left because currently there were books and notebooks everywhere. Hiccup's bed had been pushed against the far wall and tilted up on its end and there were her two trunks against the bed and books and other things were spilling out of them haphazardly. In the middle of this chaos sat Cassidy.
She was in the middle of the floor, focusing completely on the book that was opened in her lap. She was positive that somewhere in her Craft books and the histories and the books of Protocol -- or even in her notebooks from notes while with tutors -- there had to be an explanation or guidance for how to deal with what had happened on Saturday night. She was convinced that there had to be. After all, she was almost sure that a Queen had to be higher in rank than the males of her court, and she was certainly not higher than Ranon of Shalador.
In one corner, was a pile of quills, pens and colored pencils. They were in a pile because she wasn't going to throw books when she got frustrated about not finding the guidance she was looking for.
Yes, she could have gone immediately to Karla, but she wanted to at least try to find her own answers about Ranon and the Protocol about what she had done to start forming her Court. She hadn't planned on forning a Court so soon, but she had wanted to make sure that there was no suspicion from Shira or Ranon about what kind of Queen she was and that she wasn't going to do anything to hurt them.
It was probably good that she had thought to put a yellow shield around the room -- but any one with a darker Jewel than hers would probably be able to come right in. Her psychic scent and the emotions that she was loosing in the room as she focused hard on the questions she suddenly had to find answers to.
Possibly she should have just gone to Karla first because she was really frustrated and the more she read and studied, the more confused and frustrated she was beginning to get.
Mother Night, she needed answers.
[OOC: For one. That they talked is okay to know. What they talked about is NFB right now.]]
She was in the middle of the floor, focusing completely on the book that was opened in her lap. She was positive that somewhere in her Craft books and the histories and the books of Protocol -- or even in her notebooks from notes while with tutors -- there had to be an explanation or guidance for how to deal with what had happened on Saturday night. She was convinced that there had to be. After all, she was almost sure that a Queen had to be higher in rank than the males of her court, and she was certainly not higher than Ranon of Shalador.
In one corner, was a pile of quills, pens and colored pencils. They were in a pile because she wasn't going to throw books when she got frustrated about not finding the guidance she was looking for.
Yes, she could have gone immediately to Karla, but she wanted to at least try to find her own answers about Ranon and the Protocol about what she had done to start forming her Court. She hadn't planned on forning a Court so soon, but she had wanted to make sure that there was no suspicion from Shira or Ranon about what kind of Queen she was and that she wasn't going to do anything to hurt them.
It was probably good that she had thought to put a yellow shield around the room -- but any one with a darker Jewel than hers would probably be able to come right in. Her psychic scent and the emotions that she was loosing in the room as she focused hard on the questions she suddenly had to find answers to.
Possibly she should have just gone to Karla first because she was really frustrated and the more she read and studied, the more confused and frustrated she was beginning to get.
Mother Night, she needed answers.
[OOC: For one. That they talked is okay to know. What they talked about is NFB right now.]]
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Date: 2010-10-13 10:22 pm (UTC)She gave a faint smile. "Poppi says that anyone who doesn't want to serve me is blind and doesn't have the right to be called Blood. But that's my father and a father's opinions aren't really non-biased. I love the land, Karla, and I want to do what's best for my people -- if I ever have them. And Darkness knows I don't like dressing up in fancy clothes unless I have to." She blew out a breath.
"He doesn't trust me, but he wanted to protect me. I could feel that from him. He was just as surprised as I was to feel it. He said that what I did for Shira went a long way towards working towards trust." She squeezed Karla's hand and looked at her. "I'm frightened. Not that he belongs to me, I didn't feel like he would do anything to harm me even if he wasn't sure of the pull. I'm afraid that I'm going to let them down or not be strong enough to protect them or care for them. Something is really wrong where they come from and that's why they were so surprised by me."