by whose dear light the nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the summer night her matchless songs does meditate;
And studying all the summer night her matchless songs does meditate;
She knew at once he recognized her, and it heartened her to think she was not quite as forgettable as she imagined herself to be. He was a busy guy, and definitely had a plethora of irons in the fire, so being recalled by him from a chance meeting many, many moons ago spread a warmth through her.
Hello, Kassandra. It has been far too long.
“Hasn’t it, just?” she asked, watching him posture. He still moved with that same predatory silk, like he would multiply at any moment, or burst into a murder of crows and dive and pick at you before zooming off again only to be attacked from another angle. The difference being this time she was not scared.
He had not been altogether intimidating in a true formal sense their first meeting. His luxury was being the first stranger outside of her Folly Tower Kas had ever encountered. Of course therein he would take on some warped mythos, become a figurehead of the new and strange; not that he wasn’t strange, of course. The thought made her giggle quietly before she could stop herself.
She furrowed her brow at his question. “There’s no easy answer for that one, I’m afraid. I’ve been many things in many ways in the last many years.” What words could thoroughly explain and encompass the status of a being across the lengths of time, especially when it constantly rolls clockwise.
Coyote mentioned Oculos and Kas flicked her tail with affection. “Yes, he’s around somewhere. Scaring the last of the autumn rabbits, I’d imagine.” She grinned. “But you seemed to drop entirely off the face of the earth! Where did you go?”
When first they met, Oculos was not a fan of Coyote; he, too, had been inundated with the fear of truly meeting people, and not slinking around in the shadows as had been his lot in Furae. Over the years, he had mellowed, though Kas imagined he still wouldn’t like Coyote much.
He would not be at the bottom of Oculos’ list, however; that spot was cemented in and specially reserved for a particular antlered gentleman.
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Hello, Kassandra. It has been far too long.
“Hasn’t it, just?” she asked, watching him posture. He still moved with that same predatory silk, like he would multiply at any moment, or burst into a murder of crows and dive and pick at you before zooming off again only to be attacked from another angle. The difference being this time she was not scared.
He had not been altogether intimidating in a true formal sense their first meeting. His luxury was being the first stranger outside of her Folly Tower Kas had ever encountered. Of course therein he would take on some warped mythos, become a figurehead of the new and strange; not that he wasn’t strange, of course. The thought made her giggle quietly before she could stop herself.
She furrowed her brow at his question. “There’s no easy answer for that one, I’m afraid. I’ve been many things in many ways in the last many years.” What words could thoroughly explain and encompass the status of a being across the lengths of time, especially when it constantly rolls clockwise.
Coyote mentioned Oculos and Kas flicked her tail with affection. “Yes, he’s around somewhere. Scaring the last of the autumn rabbits, I’d imagine.” She grinned. “But you seemed to drop entirely off the face of the earth! Where did you go?”
When first they met, Oculos was not a fan of Coyote; he, too, had been inundated with the fear of truly meeting people, and not slinking around in the shadows as had been his lot in Furae. Over the years, he had mellowed, though Kas imagined he still wouldn’t like Coyote much.
He would not be at the bottom of Oculos’ list, however; that spot was cemented in and specially reserved for a particular antlered gentleman.
