Kassandra had to use every ounce of decorum she possessed to not stare around the throne room. She'd often dreamed of being famous enough for a position like this. While she had attented Master Horridan at events in the royal palace, those were few and far between nowadays. Besides... 

"Thank you, Master Aborran. It is an honor." She could barely get that sentence out without her voice trembling. To think - she was recieving a spell from THE highest mage in the land. From the look of teh other people in the group, she was teh only one with any idea of the magnitude of the occassion. Oh, what she wouldn't give to spend a day, even just a few hours in this man's prescence - to pick his brain, to learn what he knew... Maybe, if they were successful, she could ask for that. A king was one thing, but you had to work to be such a high ranked mage.

Master Mage Kassandra Fletcher, hero of the realm. It did have a beautiful ring to it. 

With her arm still tingling from the spell, she checked her gear and potion bottles almost reflexively. Her staff was buzzing, ever so slightly, at the presence of a spell so nearby. Her clothing, which she thought would have been unusual before she saw the others, was simple, but pristine. And, most importantly, her hood was still on. There had been a bit of fuss when she was being checked over. She'd had to explain over and over, to doctors and nursemaids and mages that she'd been born that way, it wasn't due to illness and she didn't have so much as a cough, thank you very much. She would have dyed it, but doing her brows and lashes were enough of a hassle.

Slowly, she looked over the rest of the assorted strangers recieving the protective spell. While the sturdy, armored warrior types were what she was expecting, most of the others were not. Most alarming was the boy, definitely. He seemed to think this was going to be a grand adventure. She sort of wanted to ask where his parents were, but figured that would be rude. Then there was a girl who seemed a bit younger than she was. She seemed a lot more capable, though - something about her looked poised and dangerous. 

The man in the cloak almost escaped her notice. She wasn't bothered by men in robes, but he probably wasn't the magic type. It was the hunch in his shoulders - then, perhaps, couldn't that be too many long nights bent over a textbook? 

The woman and the wolf were the most interesting, and she found herself moving toward them without realizing it. Kassandra's memories of her traveling past were limited now, though she still found things remembered, hidden in scents and vivid dreams. Still, she couldn't recall seeing anyone like this before. 

Carefully, she cleared her throat before speaking. [b]"Miss, your..."[/b] [i]Pet[/i] was not the right word at all, she realized suddenly. [b]"Your companion is very beautiful."[/b] She paused. [b]"Not in a.. frilly sort of way. Beautiful like animals can be. I saw a trained hawk dive for a rabbit once. That kind of beautiful."[/b] She tried not to wince as the words fell haplessly out of her mouth. This was why she had more books than friends.