Cassie's Frostfire Display

Within the same home as Naia and Neivra, Cassie stood to watch the Frostfire displays with awe and with a bit of a somber heart. She never thought she would hear that name again, the name of her sister, Ophia. ‘What an angering thought.’ Cassie thought to herself. The emotions certainly were felt brewing as Nyx the Comyt waddled on over to Cassie, looking her over. It cried, curious of the emotions coming out of her closest friend. 

Cassie turned, gently smiling at the curious Comyt before gently petting her. “Oh Nyx, our lives just seem to get more complicated by the minute.” She sighed and began to muse, the sounds of sparks shooting in the back filled the beast in between. “See. From when you met me, it was not long after I soon lost a sister of mine. Not literally anyways. She…” Cassie would glare in thought. “She became obsessed with things. I understood her. But obsessions with possible harm coming along her and others' way? That I would not allow.” She sighed. 

“My parents, they’ve always been mystical, never grounded faians.” She would laugh at the memory of her family. She would look at the designs of frostfire, watching as some family ones came up. “They were interested in a thing called ‘The Serpent’s Glade’. Claiming that to have answers. My sister, Ophia, was much more interested in the possible critters there. Having heard the aggression and adventure of the, Ophia wanted to explore the place, even if she was at risk of being snuffed out.” Cassie would sigh.

“We had an argument a couple days before she left. It was mostly worry. But I didn’t know how to say it any better. My words came out crueler than needed, but I didn’t want to lose her.” She looked off in the distance. “It was around these times that we argued, maybe that’s why these seasons make me more sadder than usual.” Cassiopiea would sigh, resting on the window sill. “She left in the middle of the night, right as the festival ended. All she left was a note. ‘The Serpent’s calling me home.’” 

Cassie would glance over to Nyx and somberly smile. “She’s always been cryptic like that. She got it from my parents.” She would laugh. “I always found it strange and coincidental. Her being obsessed with such a place. She’s a Diamondback, you know?” Nyx then shook her head, “Well she is. You don’t see Diamondbacks around often. My parents were interested in the research of subtypings and charms, that’s where I got my interest in research from.” She grinned. “But she got the wonder and risk from my father.” She nodded. “He was always looking for things in the dark spaces.”

She would think about her parents, wondering if they had gotten any word from Ophia in a while. She would furrow her brow and realize that she might have to reunite with her parents soon. A spark split the night air, a group of faians were shown, hugging one another. She understood.