04-18-2011, 09:20 AM
Cassidy raised her eyebrows in surprise. "The Grail? As in, the Holy Grail?" She thinks for a moment and continues, "And I've never heard of the Avian. Is that your god or something? And, you're right, I don't trust you." She shrugs nonchalantly. "But I don't trust anyone. That's how you don't get curses and all kinds of other nasty things thrown at you" Thinking back to an old memory, she rubs her left thigh and grimaces. "I won't tell you no, though. I could use you, however briefly; I've only been to the outskirts of the desert."
She looks back into the bakery, wondering what that odd assortment of men were doing, all arriving at the same time as she had. It always seemed to work out that way, oddballs and misfits gravitated to her like drunkards to a pub.
But she knew she would help them, if they asked. It was something she knew she had to do. While some days it felt like a burden, on others it was a relief to help someone else, especially when she herself couldn't be. It seemed like each day the face of her son grew fainter in her mind, and some days she wondered if her previous life was all a dream, and if her current realm was the place she truly belonged. But it only took one glance around her to know the truth. She didn't belong where she was; her whole body cried it out when she took the time to listen. Something about this place made her feel tingly and strange, like her whole body had gone to sleep, or like she'd put a fork in an electrical outlet.
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