Before the show proper, Cassandra stood around, nakedly unsure of herself. This was so, so far out of her element. She wasn't an actor, and even if she could sing, she doesn't do it on a stage, in front of an audience for that matter. In another time, another place, she'd do some acrobatic flips through a race course, show off some of her prowess.
But Cassandra buries those fears, and her own worries, and she performs. It's an admirable feat, even. Who knew such a rough-and-tumble woman could belt out a high note like that, huh? Despite all her concerns at the start, her role goes off without a hitch.
Now that the curtains have come down, she's found a place to sit back and watch the afterparty shift into full swing.
She's... vibrating, just a little. Makes it a bit difficult to drink that glass of mead in her hand.
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Before the show proper, Cassandra stood around, nakedly unsure of herself. This was so, so far out of her element. She wasn't an actor, and even if she could sing, she doesn't do it on a stage, in front of an audience for that matter. In another time, another place, she'd do some acrobatic flips through a race course, show off some of her prowess.
But Cassandra buries those fears, and her own worries, and she performs. It's an admirable feat, even. Who knew such a rough-and-tumble woman could belt out a high note like that, huh? Despite all her concerns at the start, her role goes off without a hitch.
Now that the curtains have come down, she's found a place to sit back and watch the afterparty shift into full swing.
She's... vibrating, just a little. Makes it a bit difficult to drink that glass of mead in her hand.
Cassandra's fine though. She's a professional.]