Room 415, Wednesday Morning

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra 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! ]]

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had woken up as a dragon, and while she had thought she was beginning to get used to the disturbing events on the island, this was worrying and had taken her quite by surprise.

So what better idea than to seek out Cassandra? Had Lucille had time to think she would have remembered that Cassandra wasn't exactly fond of dragons, but that had slipped her mind. Because of this there was now scratching at the door.

[gavegoodface]

Face knocked on Cassandra's window with a hoof, his new wings flapping to keep him up. "Hey, Cass, look, I can fly."

Face, no.