<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcT48PSFnTYoJFejbMTkBT3qFqXT0p4alqcy1JUGCVX_j-iBVckc&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Cassandra</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Nowhere -> gates<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Akira soon, looking at everybody.<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>20th, morning,<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Cautiously optimistic<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>Jeans and a tshirt, hiking boots, backpack.<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>walking<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cassandra had forgotten how physically attractive people chosen by the Gods tended to be. Sure, it wasn't quite like the days of old when demigods and half-breeds were much more common, their divinity almost shining through the flesh of their humanity.. but every lady was more enticing to the eyes than the last. If Cassandra was as young as she looked, she would have had a hard time not drooling.<br/><br/>It was hard to get good prophetic readings on people of power, those touched by the gods, or the insane, and Cassandra suspected that some people here fit all the descriptions.<br/><br/>The woman with the fresh head was a little bit shocking. Maybe that would make sense later, but for now... Cassandra had seen worse. Including the time she had cut off her own head and the other time she got guillotined.<br/><br/>The man in the dashiki seemed vaguely irritating for some reason she couldn't put her finger on, but likely was harmless enough.<br/><br/>But the woman in the amazing red dress, dark and gorgeous, just screamed trouble. She was sultry and alluring, graceful and slender, exactly Cassandra's type. Something about her also shouted fiery, passion, mercurial demandings of this and that. High maintenance? Also exactly Cassandra's type. In similar ways to a moth towards the flame. But oh, how those last seconds were glorious!<br/><br/>Cassandra tried not to stare, and thankfully her attention was caught by the blue haired woman. It was utterly obvious that the girl received visions from Apollo, the subtle extra senses tasting exactly like the music of the sun God's music and powers. So her husband had some sort of a claim on this one too? Interesting.<br/><br/>Any time Cassandra had talked to those with genuine visions, they had all mentioned the terrifying weight of Cassandra's millenniums of living pressing down on them, a terrifyingly huge gap of time, almost incomprehensible in its scale and gravity.<br/><br/>So Cassandra gave the blue haired woman a smile and a wave, as if to say<em>Hi! I'm not a threat at all. I'm really nice, despite the aura of imprisonment and despair and the burdens of fifty something deeply felt loves leaving or dying.</em>