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Gardens, Thursday Afternoon

There was a garden.

There was also a Cassidy who was working off some temper and irritation in said garden. It was a good thing that she had remembered to shield her hands while she was working because she had quite forgotten her gloves.

Said gloves were still in a drawer in her room since she had come right to the garden after her last class of the day.

It could be said that one red-headed witchling had worked herself into a bit of a temper. It was a temper she was using to help her work in the garden.

Mind the flying weeds.

[[OOC: Open garden; open post]]

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"Whoa!" That would be Karla dodging one of those flying weeds. "Working off a bit of temper, Cassidy?"

She sounded amused--after all, she's been in that same position often enough--but her eyes were concerned. "Everything okay?"

Karla was one of the few people that Cassidy wouldn't snap at and she tried to pull in her temper as she turned to look at her friend and fellow Queen.

"There are some horribly inconsiderate people on this island, Karla," Cassidy said, as if Karla wasn't aware of such a thing. "I mean, I know the question was about when we wouldn't sacrifice ourselves for somebody or something, but to just dismiss people you may not know as unimportant..." She was pulling weeds with a vengeance, but was now making sure she was careful where she tossed them. "Maybe I'm naive in thinking that it shouldn't matter if you know someone personally or not before you risk yourself for them."

Ah yes. This sounded familiar. "Ethics?" Karla asked, settling down nearby Cassidy.

Cassidy nodded. "Ethics. Have you taken the class before?"

"Of course! It's still one of my favorites." Karla was quiet a moment, concentrating on getting the taproot of a very stubborn weed. "Cassidy...we're Blood. That's something that no one here is going to fully understand, no matter how close to us they become. We were born to be the caretakers of the land and its people and we feel that, down to our very Selves. Not everyone does. Not even amongst our own people."

Cassidy's shoulders drooped a little. "I know that, really I do, but it's just difficult to hear someone being so dismissive about somebody's life just because he may not know them." She frowned at the weed she was working on. "Everything within me wanted to rage at him, but I kept silent. I would not embarrass myself or disrupt Professor Skywalker's class like that."

Oh, give it time.

"At least I was able to converse with two more intelligent students that didn't seem to be of the opinion that boy was. Of course, being female, they were more sensible."

"Oh, well, males." Karla wrinkled her nose. "Half the time, their brains are in their cocks, Cassidy. You know that--you have a brother."

Of course, there were a goodly number of males about who would throttle her if they heard her say that. But Cassidy needed cheering up and a bit of coven-talk would do that faster than anything else.

"I'm pretty sure Professor Skywalker would have liked to hear what you had to say, though," she added. "What you say to other students is probably even more important than what you say to him."

"Well, yes, males. How males manage to get through their day sometimes..." Of course, Hiccup had been relatively smart for a male and that just made her miss her former roommate all the more.

"I'm afraid that my thoughts on the matter weren't very nice where that male was concerned, Karla. I wasn't sure of the Protocol for the class so I kept everything to myself." She tossed another weed aside. "But the conversations I had with Elphaba and Zatanna were more satisfactory, even if Elphaba did think that the class was morbid at first because of our ages."

Karla grimaced at Zatanna's name, but didn't say anything. Raven was right when she said that this Zatanna was not that Zatanna. So while Karla would nurse her grudge for as long as she could, she wouldn't try to turn others against the girl.

At least, not until she showed her true colors. And hideous shoulder-pads.

"I think I've seen Elphaba. She was at the Reserves yesterday. Green, right?"

Cassidy saw the grimace, but didn't say anything. She figured that if there was something she needed to know, Karla would tell her.

"Mhmm," Cassidy said, nodding. "She seemed very nice. I tried explaining to her how I was able to be a Queen and go away to school and how it wasn't a burden at all, but I don't know if I confused her or not."

"Probably," Karla said with a knowing sigh. "Everyone else's idea of what a Queen is is pretty stupid."

Not biased at all, our Karla.

"The only thing you need to become a Queen in this world is the right parents or the right husband. There's nothing special about you. Our Queens and theirs are polar opposites. For the Blood, we're important, not our lineage. For them, it's the relationship that's important--the female herself could be replaced by damn near anyone without a second thought. That doesn't make sense to me."

Cassidy gave her a horrified look, the annoyance in Ethics class pushed aside for now.

"What? But what about the Land? What about the people that Queens take care of? What kind of world would put more importance on a relationship than on their responsibility?" She shook her head. "You're right, that doesn't make any sense at all."

And then, because she was curious.

"What did the High Lord say when you told him that?" Because Cassidy assumed Karla had told her Uncle all about that strangeness.

Maybe.

Karla gave Cassidy an amused glance. "Oh, he had quite a lot to say about that, let me tell you," she said, trying not to snicker. "He tried to be even-handed, explaining about how different peoples did different things and without the connection to the land that being Blood gives us, we would have to come up with other ways to choose leaders as well. Except then he kept talking and basically came back around to saying that it was a stupid way to govern and to just be happy being Blood," she finished with a laugh. "He said it very politely, though. Uncle Saetan prefers to be polite."

"Your Uncle is a very smart man and," she gave Karla a shy smile. "I'm glad that you trusted me enough to introduce me to someone who is so important to you."

Karla gave her a warm smile back. "He's the High Lord of Hell. He's practically an institution at this point." She filed that away to tell him at the next opportunity. "Besides, do you know what he'd do to me if he found out there was another witch on the island and didn't tell him? I'd be murdered. Twice."

Cassidy blinked in confusion. "But why?"

"Because you're one of us, of course," Karla said with a chuckle. "And a Queen besides. You know I get asked about you and how you're doing and if there's anything you need with every letter I get from the Hall, don't you?"

She shrugged a bit. "You're a female, he's a Warlord Prince. Defend and protect. You know how it goes."

James walked.

Ah, gardens. Nice and peaceful, perfect thing before meeting his...meeting Helen later that evening, just quiet plants and flying weeds--

He stopped short as flying vegetation appeared a short distance away. Ah. The girl from Ethics.

"Hello."

Cassidy turned from where she had been making great progress of clearing out weeds while she was talking to Karla and saw the boy that was at the root of her annoyances today.

"Hello."

"How are you?"

He could not judge her reaction; he kept his own face neutral.

Oh Cassidy was very good at keeping her features calm when she had had some time to work on it.

"Gardening," she responded. "You?"

One eyebrow broke free, raising itself slightly.

"Just out for a walk," he said. "It's a nice garden."

Cassidy noticed the raised eyebrow, but didn't comment. She was still working on tapping down her temper about class earlier.

"Thank you. There are several people who work on it."

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