House of Funderland

[Cassandra Reeding]

"Myke was... he was certainly something all right. There has been something cathartic about being able to share said experiences with the knowledge that it can mean eventually we might find a way to keep others from being taken," Cassandra kind of sighs a little and then sips to finish up her tea, "It was a long time before I knew I was a Polychomatic, funny enough. Perhaps at another time I'll tell you more of it."

She listens, nodding as she absorbs the information. She considers for a moment what she imagines they might look like given those kiths, "Lady Circe and Lady Seraphina. Got it. I would be most appreciative of said introductions and of course and I will practice a lovely piece for your coronation," She smiles then, "I've enjoyed our discussions and am looking forward to many more fascinating ones in the future. Is there anything else before I head off?"

[Rhodes]

The Dread Lord nods. "My form had been sculpted long before I left the Hedge, but not all experience the change the same. I can certainly understand the approach.... just surprised it was successful."

He smiles, and stands. "No, I don't believe so." He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a card, bordered in gold Autumn leaves. There is a number on it, but no name. "It sounds you are mostly in hand with establishing yourself, but if you need anything. I look forward to conversing some other time."

I think we're good to close there

Thanks for the scene! Go forth, and engage!