don't look too hard, might hurt yourself
known to give the color red the blues
There are many that would claim life is dull (his father is one of them, though he’s never met the man to know this about him). Clearly though, those many had never had the fortune to meet Cassian. Maybe from the outside, his life doesn’t look like anything too special. But that is where you would be wrong. After all, life is what you make it. And Cassian… well, Cassian makes it interesting.
I mean, for starters, who else can turn randomly into sand? Or rather, could. It hasn’t happened in a while, which is a little disappointing. The disappointment had taken him by surprise. After all, it could be a little frustrating to be in the middle of a conversation one moment and decorating their coat or stinging their eyes the next. But it had also been the very opposite of boring.
Even if he had accidentally made a few horses mad. Or gotten his leg chewed off (or his whole body ripped apart, but who’s counting?) when it refused to function at a time that would’ve actually been helpful.
In the end, it’s neither here nor there. Cassian had never been one to dwell on the past or the could-have-beens. Which has always served very well in keeping Cassian, well, happy.
A rarity in these parts, that’s for sure.
He isn’t quite sure what had brought him here today, though he’s certain he’ll know soon enough. Of course, it had likely been nothing more than whim that brought him here, but good luck convincing him of that. Even his much more serious (and greatly put-upon) twin had never managed to successfully instill a great deal of practicality in him. And she had tried, much to Cassian’s eternal dismay.
So it should come as no great surprise that anyone who happened to stumble on him at this precise moment would find him idly straining to reach a dry brown leaf still clinging tenaciously to an otherwise bare branch, gaze focused and lip wiggling impotently just a few centimeters shy of it.
Cassian
@[Beryl]