Cassandra was looking for something, but she couldn't remember what. Before, it had been a word. Vaguely, some small part of her mind told her that she had found her word and didn't need to look for it anymore. The bigger question, it seemed, was what she was looking for now. She remembered something...something about a dream. But dreams were so complicated and so ephemeral, and she wanted something else, something she could hold in her hand.
There was a word for that, wasn't there?
Yes, there was. It started with a sound. A sort of clicking sound. Like the word Titan or the word terror. She tried out the sound in her mouth a few times. The word was lost to her, but the sound...it felt right somehow. She clicked a few more times, smiling. Her chapped lips broke and bled, but she didn't seem to notice it.
She continued wandering, her white dress sticking to her back with perspiration. There was a lot of noise around her, but she couldn't seem to understand it. Oh well, just as well, she supposed. No one really understood her anyway.
[Location: Near the Valhalla Inn]
There was a word for that, wasn't there?
Yes, there was. It started with a sound. A sort of clicking sound. Like the word Titan or the word terror. She tried out the sound in her mouth a few times. The word was lost to her, but the sound...it felt right somehow. She clicked a few more times, smiling. Her chapped lips broke and bled, but she didn't seem to notice it.
She continued wandering, her white dress sticking to her back with perspiration. There was a lot of noise around her, but she couldn't seem to understand it. Oh well, just as well, she supposed. No one really understood her anyway.