gotta do it in the penthouse
that's where I keep my pen
He’s not really sure sleeping keeps him safe from the sand, but he liked to pretend. Not that he’d notice anyway if it didn’t. Nevermind the times he’d woken up somewhere completely different from where he’d fallen asleep. That definitely wasn’t weird. At all.
He almost snickers imagining Casi’s reaction to him disappearing like that though. It’s not burrs and pine sap, to be fair. It’s much, much better.
Still, whatever. He’d figure it out later. That’s what he does best anyway. Figuring it out later.
Scrutinizing his surroundings, it doesn’t take him long to correctly discern that he is in the meadow. Crap. The wind must’ve been a good one today, if it had brought him this far. Dang. Of course, this thought gets him to wondering just how far he might end up going. What if he was on a cliff and got blown out to the middle of the sea?
Nope, nope, nope. Not considering that. In any case, he makes a mental note to avoid cliffs for a while.
Probably he should have been avoiding meadows too, but he can’t know that yet. Unfortunately he can’t know a lot of things. And maybe that is why he’s always been so stubbornly cheerful. Or maybe that’s just Cassian. For all that he seems to wear so much on his sleeve, he does occasionally manage a few surprises.
Of course, at the moment, that’s neither here nor there. No, at the moment, he’s just a young black stallion without a speck of white on him, standing in the midst of a meadow with a vaguely amused, and perhaps a little confused, expression on his face.
Cassian
@[Ripley and Nostromo]