<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GIs9Hkw.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Cassandra Cailleach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13657461#msg13657461)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 3PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cailleach Poitigeir (https://imgur.com/4djJNPk)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vyx, Open<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/><hr/><hr/>“I suppose finding yourself is a lot more complicated when you can change appearance so easily.” The way Vyx spoke about changing Identities and majors made it sound like a common thing for her. That with the way she mentioned not knowing what to do with her life made Cassandra think that Vyx may have been much younger than the woman initially thought. Or perhaps Vyx was just well practiced at embodying the traits of girls around the age of the one she was posing as. Of course she would be a poor doppelganger if she did not have that talent. Still it made her curious what was practiced act and what was genuine. <br/><br/>Cassandra stood and walked towards a large contraption in the middle of the floor. A large metal tank twice her height surrounded by smaller glass tanks that had various leaves and herbs floating in them tinged the water various shades of blue, green and purple. Picking a small pot up she walked around the contraption holding it under the glass vials then turning a small spigot to fill it with the liquid inside before moving to another. After about a half dozen different liquids had been added she moved behind the counter again and set the pot over a low flame. <br/><br/>“Sometimes I wish I could go to school and learn something new. I never even attended a proper school. Grams taught me everything I needed to know at home. Of course to grams I needed to know about every plant under the sun and what it could be used for music and whatnot really was not high on the list of things I needed to know.” As she spoke Cassandra grabbed several clear plastic bottles. Throwing a few leaves from one into the pot or sprinkling some ground powder into it. None were labeled but she did not hesitate as to what something was or whether it belonged in the pot. <br/></td></tr></tbody></table>