I see what must be done, and I do it.

A week without classes should have been a blessing, but it left Cassandra restless above all. She had spent an innumerable amount of hours in the salle, going through her drills; she had also spent more time with her face in the books, though she had largely exhausted Fandom's resources in researching local magic.

She was in her armor when she came walking back into the yurt late into the afternoon, looking faintly annoyed with the world in general. She sank down on her futon with a loud clack, and released a grunt.

This island was relentlessly frustrating.

[[ open! cass's last post in Fandom until fall, la. ]]