[h3][color=magenta][center][i]Cass Mormont[/i][/center][/color][/h3]
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Cass had been having a lovely conversation with the jeweler on the subject of the earthen projectile that had streaked overhead. It was certainly a peculiar occurrence, especially since Cass wasn't even involved with this one. Granted Cass had never done something so needlessly destructive around a city as populace as this. His magic, let alone his spirit, were far too...extreme, to be utilized so callously unless far away from civilization. 

[color=lime]"Oi, hands off my bitch, bitch!"[/color] 

Cass looked down to berate his spirit for what he thought was Jormungand disrespecting the vendor, but his gaze found itself locked upon a foreign hand trying to reach inside his skirt. The hand was beautiful, a limb of such supreme perfection all the artists of the land would be unable to come close to capture the majesty of this hand. The skin was a flawless alabaster that played with the dawn's early light in a tantalizing fashion. Nails were polished to a fine point, the pinnacle of feminine grace balanced against the practical benefit of a cutting edge. Dare he say that it surpassed the beauty of even his divine sisters? The heresy was almost too much.

[color=magenta]"My lady!"[/color] He cried out to the hand that recoiled from Cass' skirt instinctively. The Bombardier Knight fell to his knees like one would before royalty- nay, divinity! Breath ghosting along immaculate flesh till her hands stood on end, he brought the back of the goddess' hand to his lips and kissed it chastely. The scent and taste of apples washed over Cass' senses at the touch of her skin, bringing with it a euphoric sense of serenity that stood in stark contrast to the hustle of the marketplace and the concern of incoming boulder. In that perfect moment without compare his gaze rose skywards up the goddess' sculpted arms, past the slender shoulders that held aloft the gorgeous head of- [color=magenta]"It's you?"[/color]

Sienna, notorious thief, self-taught Song Knight, and all around beauty of the driven snow was before him once again. Perhaps the red string of fate had bound the two stronger than either could anticipate, or maybe it was because Cass had been waiting in this exact spot in this exact plaza for the sole purpose of reuniting with his Icy Chrysanthemum. A rosy blush spread across Cass' cheeks as his grip on Sienna's hand grew firm. [color=lime]"Oh me, here we go again."[/color] The vain glorious Spirit grumbled around Cass' neck while he offered the thief a dazzling smile. 

[color=magenta]"Didn't I tell you I would take responsibility, my roguish lady?"[/color]