what happens to a dream deferred?
Try as she might to present a facade of frosted stone, Katniss still looked at her as though she was a possibility. A hope. Kassandra allowed her lunar silver gaze to slip over the warrior’s muscled, tawny shoulders for just a moment, threatening to go somewhere… else. Somewhere beyond, where the visions took her.
Katniss’ voice anchored her, and Kas dragged in a breath, exhaled, pulled herself back into her physical body. Her steely eyelids fluttered, and then her teeth were a white string of pearls. "I fear you may regret that soon,” Kas said, her voice rising into a giggle, as Oculos’ tongue lashed against his lips with a snap and he dove into an open jar of what appeared to be marmalade. "Ock, your fur. It’s going to be a mess.” But he paid his companion no mind, and went happily licking away.
A sigh escaped her then, her first, unmeasured breath of the encounter. A knot released in her chest. She settled into herself, slightly, and felt more stable than she had for a while. The branches above her rustled with Finnick’s movement but did not drive chill fear through her skin. She helped herself to a larger bite of the apple, focusing on its snap and taste over the lingering nausea in her stomach.
At the mention of Luvena’s name, Kassandra’s eyes lit up. "I know her!” She smiled again and found it came easier. “I met her protecting a beggar in the night from a foul gentleman. She’s quite lovely.” Kas had a vague notion Luvena was some sort of healer-- but she was, wasn’t she? She was the healer. For the entire Court. Certainly a point Kas overlooked. When she spoke to Luvena she’d been exhausted and bedraggled. She hoped she had not been rude.
When Katniss spoke of her own relationship with belief, and religion, and the higher powers lording over them all, Kas sobered. She listened with focused ears, trained eyes. And the words she spoke rang true in Kas’ heart like a pealing bell. Still, she was quiet, when she spoke. "What do they know of our minds? Of what makes us?” She asked, wanting to be assured, to be explained. "How can they, when they are stardust and suns and intangible things?”
Katniss’ voice anchored her, and Kas dragged in a breath, exhaled, pulled herself back into her physical body. Her steely eyelids fluttered, and then her teeth were a white string of pearls. "I fear you may regret that soon,” Kas said, her voice rising into a giggle, as Oculos’ tongue lashed against his lips with a snap and he dove into an open jar of what appeared to be marmalade. "Ock, your fur. It’s going to be a mess.” But he paid his companion no mind, and went happily licking away.
A sigh escaped her then, her first, unmeasured breath of the encounter. A knot released in her chest. She settled into herself, slightly, and felt more stable than she had for a while. The branches above her rustled with Finnick’s movement but did not drive chill fear through her skin. She helped herself to a larger bite of the apple, focusing on its snap and taste over the lingering nausea in her stomach.
At the mention of Luvena’s name, Kassandra’s eyes lit up. "I know her!” She smiled again and found it came easier. “I met her protecting a beggar in the night from a foul gentleman. She’s quite lovely.” Kas had a vague notion Luvena was some sort of healer-- but she was, wasn’t she? She was the healer. For the entire Court. Certainly a point Kas overlooked. When she spoke to Luvena she’d been exhausted and bedraggled. She hoped she had not been rude.
When Katniss spoke of her own relationship with belief, and religion, and the higher powers lording over them all, Kas sobered. She listened with focused ears, trained eyes. And the words she spoke rang true in Kas’ heart like a pealing bell. Still, she was quiet, when she spoke. "What do they know of our minds? Of what makes us?” She asked, wanting to be assured, to be explained. "How can they, when they are stardust and suns and intangible things?”
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