<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b9/31/78/b93178dc9f345235e356d2cbc063fe03.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> Cassandra</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location::</strong>grocery, taxi<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Vonna!!<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>20th, afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>somber<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>white one piece swimsuit, robe<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The short blonde woman giggled happily. "Very good point. I can't even imagine what kind of chaos a bunch of Blessed could cause!<br/><br/>Being a seer is remarkably less useful than anyone ever thinks." She said automatically, having said it tens of thousands of times.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip, Cassandra sighed, slipping her arm out of Vonnas. Gently sitting the other woman down on a convenient bench, she anxiously looked into her eyes. "Ok. Well. Might get this over with." She murmured. Taking a deep breath, she began. "Yeah. I'm from Troy. As in.... The Trojan War, wooden horse, Odysseus. All that. Which.... By best guess according to archeology and stuff makes me about three thousand, two hundred years old. "<br/><br/>Smiling weakly, she shrugged. "So yes, not aging or dying permanently is pretty impressive I guess." She didn't mention any of the downsides.... Watching the endless years roll by... Seeing everyone she ever knew dying in a always repeating cycle... loving people who just didn't live nearly as long as herself.<br/><br/>She did note nothing about a father in the brief history of Vonna, but wasn't about to press for details. Not after revealing her often difficult secrets.<br/><br/>At the grocery store, she added a few basics. Milk, cheese, meat, a bottle of Scotch. Some fruits and vegetables, a couple of other things. But mostly... She was just quietly waiting to see how Vonna reacted to the news about her age.<br/><br/>Groceries and taxi acquired, she looked up at Vonna shyly.