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Oh HEY 
This is backdated, this thread. Not sure exactly what day to set this, anytime between the 22nd and 31st December works for me!? Few posts with Caspa and Terra to start with maybe?
It was a grey day, with a low amber sort of sunlight spreading over the walls and baroque fittings of the Chien Hotel. Caspa had not wanted to go far afield during her convalescence, but the agreement to continue the rehearsals for her and Terra's theatrical and magical diversion had been made long before the fight and she was forever dutiful to honour her word. So her plan was to stay nearby, and work upon one of the more sheltered lawns. If somebody saw them, the worst that would happen was that some of their secrets might be spoiled. She'd found a walled grassy area, maybe once a games field, down a small brick path near the edge of the grounds of the hotel. The walls were just tall enough that she couldn't see over, and it was a nice square shape which could serve as a stage.
Caspa had left Terra's coat with the tailor, for him to work on whenever he had a spare moment. This plan was a secret from the other half of the double act, though she was likely to ask what had happened to the garment. Caspa had sacrificed her leather bag and re-made it into sleeves for her own leather trench coat. She was wearing this now as she waited, wandering around the perimeter of the lawn, the weatherbeaten hem almost brushing the ground despite having been designed long ago for humans. It kept her warm on the more freezing days which her desert-heritage skin felt much more sharply than the Court members that were nearer to wolf blood than she. The sleeves were baggy, having been used as a satchel for quite a few months, and hopefully roomy enough for the hiding sorts of tricks that Terra had helped discover. She had thought long about restitching them to the shoulders of her coat, but told herself logically that she had no plan to move from here and would never need to carry away luggage anywhere. The few things she owned now lived under her windowsill in a hidden alcove. She sighed and looked up at the sky, feeling the wound under her jaw pull as she lifted her head. She wasn't going to be much use to Terra today, after her beating she was dealing with at least one broken rib and her head didn't move around very easily either due to the pain in her jaw. She hoped the fiery woman found her here: she'd left her scent trail as a signpost, as well as four sticks laid in the shape of a flying bird - a sort of wide "M" - at the head of the brick path. It felt like she'd been here awhile though, but perhaps time was just weighing heavily on her as it often did when waiting. Waiting for Terra, waiting to heal, waiting for revenge... She paced carefully back over to the brickwork arch that was the entrance to the walled lawn, noticing the iron gate that once covered it leaning over to one side almost resting on the ground. Maybe they could fix this place up as a practice arena: it was really quite shabby and obviously hardly ever used.
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