A Witch Is A Witch. Don't Dismiss One Because She Looks Different From You.

Cassidy was sitting on the floor in her room with books spread about her.

There was cup of tea and a pot that was sitting close by, but the pot had cooled and not much had been taken from the cup she had poured hours ago. She had been in her room all day looking through her books and journals trying to find something -- anything -- that might be able to help with what was going on right now.

Part of her mind had treacherously told her that if there were anything to be found in her store of knowledge, than Karla or Shira would have already found it by now, The other parts of her mind ignored that in the drive to do something to keep anyone else from losing people they loved.

Her own loss was still a a battle with grief, but the fact that Shira and Elle had also lost loved ones drove her even more to search and study. They were her Court and she was responsible for looking after them and keeping things like this from happening. Logic was not really strong with this witchling right now.

Her door was partially open, but you'd have to speak to her directly -- maybe forcefully -- to get through her concentration.

[[OOC: Door and post open. Come break through her single-mindedness.]]

Cassidy was sick.

This was a different sick than she felt when her moontime happened... and that wasn't too far away by her calculations, either. No, this was one of those sicks that she hadn't had very often. She was coughing and sneezing and everything just took so much effort to manage.

She had missed going to see Professor Anakin yesterday because she wasn't feeling well, and now today she was going to end up missing Lady Ghanima's class and Magic Reserves. There was no help for it as she felt worse today than she had yesterday. She used Craft and pulled the telephone to the bed. She should at least let Lady Ghanima know why she wasn't in class. After leaving a message, she floated the telephone back to the desk, biting her lip as it tottered on the way there.

Forcing herself to sit up, she called in her tea-making supplies. (It was a good thing she had started taking a bottle of water everywhere she went since she had gotten back from Agio.) After making herself what she would generously call a cup of tea, she vanished the rest of the items and placed the cup on the nightstand next to the bed.

Placing a warming spell on the cup and then on the bed, she burrowed back into the covers. Mother Night, let whatever this was pass quickly.



[[OOC: The mun has the flu so this explains why Cassidy hasn't been out and about. Door closed, but post opened for anyone who would come looking for her.]]

It 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.]]