She spends untold amounts of time staring up at the stars.
She thinks it’s because she’s naturally dreamy; her body may have been captured and caged, but her mind is free to wander. Why not, she thinks, find the night atmosphere fascinating? What little girl did not look up at the sky and wish to be somewhere, anywhere else? The stars were a bit like her, she figured, and from far away they looked close and clustered, friendly, just like from far away she looked… fine. But up close their distances were so grand, immeasurable, there was no closeness or compassion. Cold, blue stars.
The chilly water laps at her legs and her stomach aches-- she must have accidentally swallowed some while she was drowning herself a bit to clear her head. Her eyes sting from the salt. At first, she thinks the light at the corner of her vision is some hallucination, a figment, a leftover from the curse which rocked her so before; it’s only when Oculos drops his head and hunches that she realizes they are not alone.
She startles, internally, but outwards she is too exhausted; her body sways a bit but nothing else. He is curious, and she can discern this even in-- perhaps especially in-- the dark. He’s bioluminescent at his tips and ridges and he turns the sand beneath him a shade of teal. She thinks he looks like magic.
In any case, he doesn’t seem threatening, and she hasn’t the energy to run even if he was. He pauses beside her, his tone a low electrical current of concern. Oculos shimmies up a bit to place himself between them. Kassandra brushes the canine with a haphazard but comforting sweep of her tail, brown eyes meeting her companion’s in a look of tired confirmation. “Are we ever?” she queries, somber and bizarre. Her body lifts and falls with a heavy sigh.
She feels a bit bad for being so… weird, and when she speaks next her voice is a soft rush. “Pardon, ser. I needn’t trouble you with my strangeties. I will be all right, now. Thank you for your concern.” Forces a slight smile. “It is a beautiful night, is it not?”
