[/html]I would be okay with this. Will Cassie and Zeke be as poetic as their granddaddies?! (Feel free to powerplay them sitting down inside or something.)
The nearness of the end was unsettling in many ways. She had been chasing after maybes for too long. In the early days, she dreamt about finding them. In the early nights, she thought about what she might find. There had been so many possibilities, and she had forgotten them all. With time and distance, the journey itself became her purpose, and the destination became merely a word, a thought, and vague definition she did not dwell on anymore. She had to go, and she had to look; it was all she had and all she knew, but when she found it? What did the dog do when it finally caught its tail? (Let go, and chase it again.)
The stranger did not fit her children's tales, but she had not expected him to, at least not immediately. The child's fears reconciled with the adult's mistrust, and Cassandra was sure the suspicion showed plainly on her. Still, she shrugged and nodded. "Yes, but do you mind if we go inside?" There were a few clouds, but the sun was bright and glaring when they shifted, and the albino woman found them unpleasant and distracting. She started back towards the little stone building, a guard tower of sorts, and shifted as she went, standing tall on two feet by the time she got to the entrance.
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