Mistress Cara of the Mord'Sith
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wrongkindofsith: (Not happy Jan)
Cara was not wearing a dress today. She was wearing her leathers. Her nice, comfortable, red leathers which were the only item of clothing a Mord'Sith needed or wanted to own. It didn't matter whether they were pretty or not because they were Her Leathers.

She was also steadfastly refusing to admit that yesterday had actually occurred, as that would mean acknowledging that she had worn things, said things, done things, and agreed to things, all of which had quite clearly not happened.

Since yesterday had not happened, and she hadn't said yes to any questions regarding how she was spending her time today, she also was not getting ready for any dances. Instead she was trying to smother herself with a pillow.

[For one.]
wrongkindofsith: (Oh Kahlan we couldn't possibly do that)
Cara Mason woke to a fabulous day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, she had classes to look forward to. Pretty much the only thing missing was the presence of her friends, or else a journey book so she could tell them just how much they all meant to her. That would make the day absolutely perfect.

Though on reflection maybe it was a good thing she didn't have one, she had no idea how she'd use it when the very sight of blood made her queasy.

She considered lazing about in bed for a while, but then she might miss Professor Mick's class, and could never live with herself if she did that. Plus she needed to figure out what to wear today. Something pretty, so she looked as good to others as she felt about herself.

[Establishy!]
wrongkindofsith: (Pretty sure you're insane)
It was perhaps inevitable that certain green, scaly denizens of Fandom would decide to visit a cabin named after them, but that didn't mean that Cara was expecting to return from a shower to find a gremlin curled up on her leathers.

In hindsight, she probably should have expected the teeth that sunk into her wrist when she went to sweep it off her bed though.

"Oh, oh my," she said after a short burst of dizziness, her voice breathy and perfectly enunciated.

"I'm afraid this look never will pass,
Wearing nothing at all is ever so crass.
"

And then she flitted off.

[Establishy!]
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