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<IronHandmaiden> backdated to December 1st
Just trying to see how you've been since... everything.
You don't have to reply to this.
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I've been getting by, at least...
[ Not well, that'd be a lie. ]
I still can't thank you enough, for the help... I hope you're alright.
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really
I'm fine. everything the poachers cut out grew back
well
almost everything
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It'd be nice to see you again, now that I can.. Well, you know. It'd just be nice.
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that's great!
[Still, just her luck that she's still confined to typing one-handed.]
You want to see me?
well... i think I have some time right now
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[ Not at all because their writer needed a way for them to interact with the arrivals... Whoops. ]
Is it... Alright if I fly over? That's probably the easiest. I don't think I've visited your home.
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you want to
uh, sure?
I'm just at solsikke castle
a little north of bavan it's hard to miss
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Did you want me to bring anything?
[ ((In case you want to cut to action:))
And sure enough, perhaps two hours later a shadow passes over the window, the soft beating of wings quickening for a moment before disappearing. Then, a knocking on the castle door. ]
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[And, sure enough, there's a guest at the castle. Wonder who it could be?
Cassandra answers the door, one hand resting on the handle, and the... well, there's only that hand to use. She keeps her other arm folded against her chest.]
Hey. [All the same, she gives Fran a smile.] Nice to see you holding up.
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It's nice to see you too... [ Their legs are back, but those horns are still missing. Slow growers, it seems. Thankfully, Fran can wear baggy pants that obscure their legs. ] I'm getting by, at least. Have you been alright?
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[she shrugs, noncommittally. What happened was still fresh, even if her scars didn't show. At least, as she spoke, Fran would see Cassandra had full rows of teeth again.
She holds the door until Fran's inside, and heads towards the kitchen.]
Do you want anything? We have plenty of teas. And mint.
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[ Their head bobs. Fran's marks are mostly hidden by their pants, thankfully. The slight recovery offered by the most recent fog was welcome, even if it wasn't perfect. ]
Ah- Some tea would be lovely... thank you.
[ And with that they step inside, wings tucking in tight before rustling back to a comfortable size behind them. That timid softness still seems to remain, the kelpie's still a bit shook up over the whole thing. But some company is better than none. ]
Thank you for letting me visit, by the way. It's a nice looking home.