<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/>There was a part of her that revelled in the fear that she could see in the Miltank's eyes. After all, if you were going to be feared no matter what you did, you might as well enjoy it. The way their world worked, it was not a change that would happen overnight. It was deeply rooted in their history, their culture, and as unfair as it was, there was nothing you could really do about it. She had given up trying to prove herself to people who would never change their mind. In her mind, if people were going to come around, they would. There was no point going out of her way to earn people's favour.<br/><br/>Besides, she was Cassandra Maranzano. People begged for<em>her</em>favour. Not the other way around.<br/><br/><strong>"Grazie, signora."</strong>She purred civilly, flashing another mischievous, fanged grin. She moved away with a sweep of her cloak, the dark fabric obscuring Sabrina's view one moment and vanishing the next. Cassandra stalked soundlessly through the dining room, her paws alighting weightlessly on the wooden floorboards as she made her way towards the booth that Sabrina had indicated.<br/><br/>Before long, she spotted the familiar, bright blond head of Tera. The first thing she thought was Tera would make a lousy spy. She was basically a beacon with her bright colours and personality! She was a beautiful lass. No doubt she had a few suitors after her hand. She seemed rather engrossed in her work. Would be a shame to interrupt her. Well, too bad.<br/><br/>Cassandra leaned over the booth chair, languidly draping herself across the backrest with her head propped onto her hand. She was extraordinarily good at hiding her presence. People don't tend to notice her unless she willed them to. Playfully, she poked Tera's cheek to get her attention.<strong>"Did someone order a distraction?"</strong>She purred playfully.