CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
As someone with wings, Casimira has never really looked too closely at the landbridge. On first glance she knew it was difficult to traverse, but it wasn’t until she watched Cassian try to cross it that she realized just exactly how treacherous it was. She knew it was uninviting enough that they rarely had visitors that utilized it; everyone that came here either had wings or a way to swim the longer distance. Truthfully, this didn’t really bother her. She somewhat liked the idea that their foot traffic was limited, and that anyone coming to Tephra likely had a reason to be here.
She finds herself rethinking that thought process when Cassian slips, and she has just begun to flex her wings while simultaneously sorting through all the possible ways to save him if he falls when he manages to right himself and continue on his way.
Her relief is short-lived when, in true Cassian fashion, he finds a way to blame her for almost falling. Rolling her pale eyes she walks forward to meet him the rest of the way, debating shoving him right back off the cliff. “You’re so dramatic. It’s not my fault you’re clumsy.” She gestures up to the halo that glows above his head, she adds teasingly, “Didn’t the halo give you any angelic qualities, like the ability to move gracefully?”