<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b9/3c/93/b93c93463cd723351d1c55de7387fe41.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time: Wednesday the 28th / Late Morning<br/></strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name: Cassandra Mia Maranzano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334101.msg15907265#msg15907265)</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black coat and cloak<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lite Beacon Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tera<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The sun was now halfway to its highest peak, but to Cassandra, it had only been a few moments ago when dawn broke. Time worked in mysterious ways in her life. Sometimes years went by in a blink of an eye, and other times, moments stretched on to infinity. Everything around her slowed down and sped up it seemed, to Dialga's random whims. It was a challenge to keep up sometimes. Watching life go by without realizing you yourself are a part of it. Some days, it seemed so easy to just... Fall out of step, and be lost to the tide's of time entirely. That was the way her life moved. Perhaps, that was simply the curse of being an outsider, an 'other'. A<em>Mistype.</em>You would never truly feel like you belonged.<br/><br/>Ah, there she was again, bellyaching over unspilled MooMoo Milk. She had a wonderful home - two, in fact - that she had so generously been welcomed into. Her father had fought tooth and nail to give her a wonderful childhood, to make sure she would always have food on the table, nice clothes to wear and a roof over her head. And most importantly, someone to turn to no matter what. Her beau had accepted her despite her spotty background, who she was, and everything that could happen to<em>him</em>if her identity was ever discovered.<br/><br/>She was, after all, the Phantom Thief and daughter of the biggest crimeboss in Delinquent Town, while he was Lord Commander of the Royal Knights. A noble-born and sole heir to House Ryzerion of Corvus. And yet, despite all this, he still chose her, and welcomed her into his life. She had no right to complain about her life, and so, she seldom did. But when exhausted began to creep into her mind after a sleepless night of running and thieving, she tended to be at her weakest. Which meant, of course, that she needed rest.<em>Soon.</em><br/><br/>As with all her escapades of 'wealth redistribution', Cassandra liked to lay low in case there was anyone tailing her, and it simply wouldn't do for her to lead them back to the home of the Lord Commander himself. She would be safe in her father's villa, certainly, but she would only make his difficult life even more difficult by giving the palace reason to suspect that he was involved with the Phantom Thief. In all actuality, she cared very little for what would become of herself if she were to be caught someday. It was the people close to her that she worried about<em>more.</em><br/><br/>And so, inns were often the safe choice for her to lay low. She had her favoured ones, certainly, but there were few quite as welcoming to 'her kind' as the Lite Beacon Inn. Naturally, people gave her a wide berth of space strolling through the main streets, and it was simply too much attention, too many eyes reporting a suspicious individual right after the night the Phantom Thief struck. That was why she had always been rather partial to the many winding alleyways and forgotten  paths. It never failed to lead her to many hidden gems; fountains, statues, stained glass windows to flowerbeds that had become overgrown and reclaimed by nature. Hidden away as new buildings were built, bigger paths were paved, directing traffic away, obscuring them from view, and eventually, memory.<br/><br/>Though, as often was the case with scenic routes, it had taken her significantly longer to get where she needed to go. The alleys were winding and meandering, sometimes it provided shortcuts. Other times, it moved as slowly as the sun through the sky.<br/><br/>She exited the narrow path between two commercial buildings, the Lite Beacon Inn now in full view. She crossed the street quickly, cutting through foot-and-hoof traffic with ease as she entered the familiar establishment. There was a very good reason for why she favoured that particular inn. Aside from its comforting, homey appearance, it always smelled of delicious food and sounds of hardy laughter. The owner was a young lass, though, quite a business-minded entrepreneur. She was really the reason why this inn was a favourite of the Liepard's. As a partner of her father's, she received quite a bit of special treatment. Plenty of perks to spoil her rotten, so to speak.<br/><br/>Her dark cloak swept the polished wood floors as she moved soundlessly toward the counter where a familiar Miltank was currently seated. She raised her head slightly, to reveal her face beneath her hood. Her bright silver irises glowed like the moon in the shadows of her cloak. Cat-like pupils focused on the Miltank, her rose coloured lips curling up to reveal a sharp-toothed smile.<strong>"Hello, Sabrina."</strong>Her voice was a dulcet purr, sultry and eloquent.<strong>"Is Tera in today?"</strong>