[/html]Certainly she believed that there were faraway places that were just as beautiful and perfect, and which could be come just as familiar. She had read, she had listened, and she had imagined, but reality was a different thing from dreaming. Dreaming was safe and without challenges, and she already had an idyllic place to wake up to and a warmer, larger bed to crawl into if things went wrong. She knew that reality did not have the same safety net, and even with her father and sister there with her, things would not always be easy. She was smart enough to know that she'd been very lucky so far.
Cassandra watched Myrika gravitate towards the books and pulled her ears back briefly. "Do you think we'll find her?" That was why they were going at all, right? If their mysterious mother wasn't to be found, how would they know? When would they come back? Would Kharma give up, now that his daughters were grown? Or would he keep searching and wait for them to tire? Were they ever coming back to the cottage? No one had said much on the issue, and the girl did not want to ask. She thought she already knew, anyway. And she wondered, if their mother had never left, whether they would be leaving Thornloe then at all.
"Do you really think we'll only be gone 'a while'?" Her voice was soft, as it always was, but full of many things that did not come to surface.
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