CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
One thing that she had always appreciated about Cassian is he managed to bring out the lighter side of her—the side that had seemingly died along with the rest of her that day Starsin had destroyed her in the middle of the war against Loess. She remembers being reborn from the barest fragment of one of the diamond scales Leliana had armored her with, and how she wished she had known that being reborn did not necessarily mean being entirely remade. Her body had been newborn, but not her memories or her heart, and the first feeling to flood her as she regained her bearings was the heavy weight of failure.
She had failed Tephra, her mother, her siblings.
She thinks she must have failed Badden in some way, too, and she cannot fault him for disappearing.
Failing Tephra again, and failing Savior, was not an option.
“Are you sure the kingdom is the dumb one?” she volleys back at him, and punctuates it with a nip of her teeth against his neck. But she shifts towards him just as he does to her, and she finds herself releasing the tension she had been carrying at his touch against her cheek. There were so few that she was truly close to in this world, and she knows that if it weren’t for Cassian she would have been entirely lost. He was her twin, the one that has known her the longest, and perhaps the only one that knew every single side of her—the only one she has never had to wall herself away from.
“Cassian,” she begins, her tone growing weighted and earnest as she waves off his question. “Mom is alive. Firion found her. I don’t know everything, but I saw her when I last went to Hyaline. I was coming to find you so that I could tell you.”
@Cassian