<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/bd/dc/d8bddcf915691f1a6084e11275d75f18--mother-art-dota-.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cassandra Blackbriar (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252610)</strong></span><br/>Place:  Traipsing through a forest in the middle of nowhere<br/>Time:  Late afternoon<br/>Wearing:  Now wearing this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/79/d2/d1/79d2d13df7fbfedaaf75bb8146122709.jpg) plus red lacy undergarments and medium height dark brown leather traveler's boots.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Belt with pouches, 2 sets of fine clothing plus undergarments, a makeshift backpack, a bedroll, a mess kit, a tinderbox, ten torches, ten days of rations, waterskin, and fifty feet of hempen rope.  Two daggers, a light crossobow with (20) bolts, and a quarterstaff</div></div><br/>Tagging:  Adelaide and Wisp<br/><br/>Cassandra didn't make a noise, at least not as Adelaide was doing as she chittered like an insect, but she did kneel down and run her hand across the dirt and grass and the occasional rock, more to reacquaint herself with being on the Prime Material Plane again than anything.  She hadn't been joking when she said that she needed time, and preferably a hot bath, to process the fact they'd all died, but feeling the warm ground beneath her fingers, to hear the nearby insects chittering out their respective noises, to smell the wildflowers and moss all around her, was helping in ways few other things could have, a bottle of that wine she'd sampled notwithstanding of course.  It was a confirmation that she indeed did draw breath again, and that, while bound as they were, had been given another chance to do as they would.<br/><br/>But despite her reverie, Cassandra slowly stood and proceeded to dust herself off as best she was able before turning her attention to her companions while she began to look for her own spell components.  She was not interested in poisons as Adelaide was, but she did desire components for her various spells she knew or had read about as she looked about the immediate area.  Glowworms, phosphorus, wychwood, fireflies, bits of fleece that she could potentially ask Adelaide for, multicolored sand although she doubted she'd find any out in the woods without a substantial amount of water around, soot and salt from a campfire would be the simplest way she wagered, and alcohol or even just distilled spirits she could likely find back at the sanctuary unless one of her new companions had some they'd be willing to spare.  The feathers or bits of down she could easily acquire from any birds or geese that might be about, grasshopper legs would be simple enough to gather, as would cured leather back at the sanctuary, crickets, rose petals, or fine sand.  While again she didn't have a lot of hope to find sand out here, most everything else was readily available all around her, and once more she knelt down in the grass, beginning to thoroughly search the damp soil and under rocks for any insects she required, as well as the various mosses and fungi and plants she needed.<br/><br/>But she was momentarily distracted by Adelaide's rather straightforward, and quite scandalous, question to Jasmine.  Not that she was going to raise a stink about it, but she still gave the bard a look that simply said 'Really?'.  The subtle little gleam in her green eyes said she found her brashness amusing rather than insulting in any form before returning to searching her immediate area.<br/><br/>(OOC:  Well, one sucked, but not the other.<br/>Nature roll: 1d20a1 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105585)<br/>Survival roll: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105586)