pureflight (pureflight) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-08-19 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 08, character: cassandra urquhart, character: katherine yaxley |
RP: Cassandra
Who: Cassandra Urquhart
Where: Urquhart Estate
When: Late Thursday, 19 August/Early Friday, 20 August, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Cassandra muses about the world on a day she doesn't usually acknowledge.
Nights in the country were always quietly alive. The sounds of people and living had faded away. But, the wind and the insects sang in the round and far off near the stables soft whinnies could be heard as the horses settled for the night. Cassandra's bedroom occupied the corner spot on one of the upper floors of the house, windows facing both the gardens and the stables. With her windows open, the scent of roses filled the room, though there were no fresh blooms inside.
The day had been a long one. There had been no further staff running away or abandoning their jobs. But, she hadn't yet been able to replace some of the hands and was taking on portions of the extra work herself.
Of course, that had suited her today. Kept her mind occupied.
Unable to sleep, Cassandra moved restlessly to the window and looked out on the gardens, the grounds, the stables. Urquhart land and an Urquhart legacy. But, it wasn't the Urquharts she was thinking of that night. Not entirely.
Fingering the pearls at her throat, she watched the stars. The pearls had been a gift from her mother on Cassandra's fifteenth birthday. It was the last birthday her mother was alive to celebrate with her and the last Cassandra had celebrated herself.
A party was thrown for Persephone without fail, every year. Her father and grandfather were likewise celebrated appropriately. But, Cassandra's sixteenth birthday had fallen just a couple weeks after the death of Melisande and Ceitlinn. No one had been in the mood to celebrate. Indeed, only Persephone had remembered.
After that, there didn't seem to be much enjoyment in planning her own birthday parties and she stopped celebrating the day. Her family still remembered, gave her gifts and well wishes. But, they never truly celebrated. Not any more.
And they certainly couldn't have celebrated that day with her father and sister still in France. Cassandra almost wished she was with them. Her grandparents home was a lovely retreat.
But, she was needed here. Someone was needed to keep an eye on the stables, manage the estate, in general make sure they remained as they had always been and not a casualty of this crazy world where young girls barely out of school were given in marriage to psychopaths looking to make trouble for their families and teenaged dictators didn't nearly destroy the very people they claimed to represent in their bid for power. That responsibility was hers and she would see it done.
Sighing, Cassandra closed her eyes and made a wish on a falling star. Not that she believed it would come true. But, birthday wishes were supposed to be more magical, right? Moving back into the room, she shed her nightdress and pulled out her simplest riding habit. She'd go down and get Croi Dhu for a night flight, ease her restlessness. Then she'd try sleeping again.
Bonne anniversaire.