[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#B22222]Cassiopeia Hood[/color][/h2][img]https://i.imgur.com/NinjoUF.gif[/img][hr][color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Robin Hood’s Camp -- The Moors
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	Cassiopeia looked over the food line, her mouth watering from all the different smells. She hoped it tasted as good as it smelled. Cassiopeia piled her plate with mostly veggies as well and a bowl of fruit. She missed fruit. She took a regular portion of meat, knowing she would need the protein to help with the ambush. She sat down between Layla and Rose, drinking some water before she started eating. 
	[color=#B22222]”I’m sure dad would let you throw a few daggers.”[/color] Cassi paused a moment, setting her fork down. She looked towards Robin, her face beat red. [color=#B22222]”I’m sorry, I… I mean, you [i]are[/i] our biological father but do you want us calling you dad or just Robin….”[/color] It had just slipped out, like it was natural and all of this was normal. She had never called the people who had adopted her and her sister mom and dad but they were more parents than she had ever had. Robin Hood, even though her father, she had just met. Who knew what he really wanted from them. 
 

[hr][hr][center][h2][color=#F08080]Willow Jones[/color][/h2][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/TotalRingedGoldfinch-small.gif[/img][hr][color=#F08080]Location:[/color] Building -- Agrabah  
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	Tink didn’t have a clue what this place was either and Willow sighed. She looked around the room, taking a few steps here and there as she surveyed the place. Everything looked foreign to her and there was nothing she recognized that would suggest where they might be. 
	Down the hall, a door opened and a feminine voice could be heard cooing to the cat. Willow looked over, seeing a girl who then saw them and became defensive. Willow stepped back, raising her hands like Tinker Bell did and eyed the sword with a healthy amount of fear in her eyes. Willow knew following the cat would be a bad idea but she kept her mouth shut. Magical place or not, she wasn’t about to tell a stranger they were following a cat, even if the girl seemed to know this purple coloured creature.
	Willow seriously hoped Sierra was having better luck in Atlantica.