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fandomhighdorms2015-03-24 12:30 pm
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Out of the Preserve and Onto the Dorm Lawn, Tuesday Morning
It had been days of ceaseless hunting, and yet Cassandra was no closer to fulfilling the request that had been made of her. It was beginning to dawn on her that it was, perhaps, a fruitless quest, and that the chance that Anders had long since made up for the lost moss was considerable.
She did not want to stop hunting. It felt as if she were giving up, and that was impossible.
But when she stumbled out of the woods that morning, branches in her hair and not a spot of teal deer blood on her sword, she was beginning to doubt her own actions. Perhaps her time would be better spent guarding Anders' room, to ensure he would not leave, or patrolling the dorm grounds for the same reasons. Perhaps she should accost Leland again. Perhaps...
Her stomach growled.
...Perhaps, she thought to herself for the first time in over a day, perhaps she should eat.
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She did not want to stop hunting. It felt as if she were giving up, and that was impossible.
But when she stumbled out of the woods that morning, branches in her hair and not a spot of teal deer blood on her sword, she was beginning to doubt her own actions. Perhaps her time would be better spent guarding Anders' room, to ensure he would not leave, or patrolling the dorm grounds for the same reasons. Perhaps she should accost Leland again. Perhaps...
Her stomach growled.
...Perhaps, she thought to herself for the first time in over a day, perhaps she should eat.
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