#she's gone too kittycass sry

[lockedtowers]

&& @canonfoddcr ;; for duke!

the chill still spurts through reforming veins, near black in shade as towards her head the more her crystalized body steadily reformed its limbs. she's not reforming like she had before-- not the same body. or, at least, not the same stretch it had before. skin a twinge peachier, near six-footed frame reforged in her original form, barely close to reaching five feet. if not for the crystalized form she's hatching from, one might find it hard to truly recognize her in this state-- until the gash on her head shown through once again. the crest on her forehead, though not appearing initially, seems to darken and grow as nostrils flair and twitch.

steadily, eyes open-- her left not immediately taking the golden hue, but it forges through quickly enough. the right still held a silver hue-- not departed even after the prior transformation into the insect-filled blood witch. there's a growl when she rises, sitting upwards as a hand comes to her chest, feeling over where the lithe beat in her chest starts up again. even before the transformation, she always hated these moments; the bitter rise and fall between deaths. though she couldn't wholly remember them after the insects ate her body before; flashes of that seem to float back into her scattering mind.

head turns quickly as she looks around, noting the duke's presence; at least one familiar face. her mother mostly tolerated the man, abiding by his rules for some reason or another, but cassandra never truly understood why. a hand comes to her head, the pounding and ringing nearly making her want to lash out-- this wasn't the castle, though, and it felt unlikely that he'd appreciate such a display-- assuming this was his stowaway.

"what am i doing here?" she shifts to sit straight, dizziness still present. her sisters.. that blasted man took them from her. hopefully, her mother knows that she's not gone, too. "does mother know i'm here?"