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

After they got back to Fandom, Cassidy had gone immediately to her room. Out of habit, she put a Tiger-Eye shield up around the room and then changed into pajamas. For the longest time, she sat on the floor beneath the window, looking through some of her books from home. With everything that had happened this week, her concerns about holding the leash of a Warlord Prince seemed so long ago.

She would probably do research on jhinkas at some point in time, but that wouldn't be today.

After awhile, she put a warming spell on the bed and crawled under the covers. She had seen and felt a lot of things over the past few days and she wasn't exactly sure how to process it all. Besides the fact that she had met a very cranky Warlord Prince who happened to be her cousin, Aaron, and the Queen who wanted to be his Lady, Kalush, other things were not as harmless.

She was worried about Karla. She was worried about Jaenelle. She was worried about Raven. She was worried about Morton.

Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful. She was worried about everyone that had been involved in what had happened. It was easier to just say that than to try to think about everyone separately. She didn't know all of Karla's friends that had been there, but she was determined that she would try to get to know them. Poppi would say that when there was a crisis, you should get to know everyone that was there.

Agio could definitely be considered a crisis.

Of course, she would do that another day. Right now, she wasn't thinking of leaving her room or talking to anyone tonight.

Too bad she had forgotten about the fact that a Queen was supposed to let members of her Court know her whereabouts and there was a cranky Black Widow looking for her.

[[OOC: For Shira.]]

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.]]