[/html]For Alainey. This is the most boring post ever. ;_; April 15th.
She had not slept well. In the middle of the plains and with spring in full bloom now, the sun had been persistently bright through the daylight hours with no clouds to give relief. Cassandra had curled up for the day under a trio of lonely pines on the west side of the river. It had been quiet and sound of rushing water was comforting, but she needed to be back in a forest again, where there was real shelter and caves of dirt instead of rock. This certain neediness agitated her, and on some level, she supposed her casual pace was to spite herself. There was no hurry to follow Ezekiel's directions, or anything else.
Still, she would not complain if she managed to find a better resting place for the coming day. The pallid woman moved on two legs in the night, with the waning moon glowing brightly above her. The sky was still clear, and though her body was almost completely covered by her shadowy cloak, her colorless muzzle stuck out from under her hood and seemed to glowed in the darkness.
Idly, she wondered what real ghosts looked like, and whether she would ever encounter any. What ghost would have any reason to seek her out? There was not much else to occupy her thoughts. There was the unimportant past, the empty, vague present, and the future, completely enveloped by fog, but those were all things that she was sure everyone could go with thinking less about.
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