Post by cassia ines flint on Jun 5, 2023 15:36:09 GMT -5
cassia ines flint
It was quite rare for Cassia to leave the cabin these days, She was worried even to leave the cabin to get food for Harper and her to eat. She didn't expect she would be leaving the cabin to visit some sketchy bar in the Scottish Highlands. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Cassia was as desperate as she could be.
She had heard of the bar by chance, had picked up that it was a place where people sometimes still gathered, magical people that was. Harper and Cassia lived in a secluded cabin in Ireland's Wicklow Mountains, not too far from Dublin, so it wasn't often that they heard news from anything. She tried to send letters every now and then, keep her family updated on where she was and what she was doing. But lately she'd had her hands full with caring for and worrying about Harper. Secretely, she had also been wondering what would happen once Harper was gone, what she would do and where she would go. Cassia honestly had no idea.
Either way, Cassia still held onto that sliver of hope that Harper's death was avoided, that she wouldn't have to watch the woman she loved perish. It was why she stepped into the bar that evening, feeling completely and uttterly out of place, but trying not to make that too obvious. She made her way to the bar, ordering a glass of scotch that she knew she wouldn't even drink. The bartender looked at her for a moment, but didn't bother to check her ID. Nobody really cared anymore these days.
After taking her drink, she let her eyes wander around the bar, before they fell on a group of people sitting around a table in the back. She had already been told that they would probably be there on a Thursday. Gathering all her courage, she walked towards them, not giving it a second thought before she blurted out; "I need to speak to Claire Fernsby. Does anyone know where I can find her?"
She had heard of the bar by chance, had picked up that it was a place where people sometimes still gathered, magical people that was. Harper and Cassia lived in a secluded cabin in Ireland's Wicklow Mountains, not too far from Dublin, so it wasn't often that they heard news from anything. She tried to send letters every now and then, keep her family updated on where she was and what she was doing. But lately she'd had her hands full with caring for and worrying about Harper. Secretely, she had also been wondering what would happen once Harper was gone, what she would do and where she would go. Cassia honestly had no idea.
Either way, Cassia still held onto that sliver of hope that Harper's death was avoided, that she wouldn't have to watch the woman she loved perish. It was why she stepped into the bar that evening, feeling completely and uttterly out of place, but trying not to make that too obvious. She made her way to the bar, ordering a glass of scotch that she knew she wouldn't even drink. The bartender looked at her for a moment, but didn't bother to check her ID. Nobody really cared anymore these days.
After taking her drink, she let her eyes wander around the bar, before they fell on a group of people sitting around a table in the back. She had already been told that they would probably be there on a Thursday. Gathering all her courage, she walked towards them, not giving it a second thought before she blurted out; "I need to speak to Claire Fernsby. Does anyone know where I can find her?"
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