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Room 415, Wednesday Morning
Jul. 13th, 2016 09:13 amCassandra woke up early, as she did every morning, and rolled over so that she may leave the bed, as she did every morning, and then crashed to the floor in a flurry of hooves and tail and other such nonsense.
"Maker!"
She scrambled up to her-- legs, breathing harshly, eyes big. "What magic is this?!" she snapped, staring down at her front hooves. She padded around in a circle, attempting to get some impression of her ordeal. "Andraste's--"
She neighed. Loudly. Angrily.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
The bloody island!
[[ closed door, open post! ]]
"Maker!"
She scrambled up to her-- legs, breathing harshly, eyes big. "What magic is this?!" she snapped, staring down at her front hooves. She padded around in a circle, attempting to get some impression of her ordeal. "Andraste's--"
She neighed. Loudly. Angrily.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
The bloody island!
[[ closed door, open post! ]]
