Cassia Kandara Leigwin

**Overview** ⬩ Gallery

**Cassia** is a White Dragonborn from Milly's world who was one of her friends and part of the Hapsberg Troublemakers.

## **Appearance**

Cassia is a white-scaled dragonborn with three pairs of horns, and long mane of straight white hair..

## **History**

### **Memory Book**

Cassia knows how to look good, and how to make other things look good too. Crafting everything with precision and patience, she takes her time in placing the diamonds they have collected from Saracen’s world into place. Each one shimmers with an unearthly light. She decided on there being twenty six, more for aesthetic reasons than anything else and watched the jeweller in Neridan like a hawk when they began to polish the amber Sun, double checking, triple checking for any impurities or imperfections.

It had to be perfect, otherwise the effects could be disastrous and harmful. She had read all that she could on summoning and banishing spirits, but this was nothing like that and they never explained what happened on the other end. The closest they got to it was the books on closing portals to other worlds, but those worlds usually were the demonic realms, and she already knew they were in deep trouble for even taking those books from the library.

As terrifying as it was, she wanted to help.

She quite liked Saracen, and she quite liked Neridan when they first went through the glitch.

It was warm, sunny, and fantastically rustic.

She did agree with Saracen that it was a highly backwards and unevolved place. No sewage system, no roads, there wasn’t even any doctors, and everyone in a panicked fear from the predatory dinosaurs that would wander about (that was honestly the most terrifying part of his world), but yet too comfortable in their protected walls of the citadel to venture out into the rest of the world. They didn’t even have any bookshops. That shocked her, although not as much as seeing them drop their dead into the water to be eaten by the sharks and marine reptiles.

She shuddered at the thought of it. Saracen had already told them about how this was a Miscross ritual, to return the dead to the water, as water was the source of all life, and that upon his death (despite it actually being a coma) he had been placed into the water of a mountain temple to sail into the afterlife. Then upon entering that afterlife he was almost immediately hit by a car after dragging himself out of the lake. It would be a difficult time for their priests to explain that one.

All twenty six diamonds in place, she gave the prism ring a spin, watching the light dance off the facets and cast a rainbow across the room.

The others were too busy to notice, working on if they should use pearls, opal, or something else for the worlds.

“Pearls should be the moons.” Etienne decided for them, shouting over their arguing between himself and Joel. “Or bone. If all the pieces that work with glitches are organic in nature, that should work too.”

“I am not carving bone! Where would I even get it fro- No.”

“There should be loads of bone on the lake if people are tossed through that glitch.”

“That’s terrible!”

“And incredibly insensitive.” Cassia snorted loudly, casting the boys an angry look. Ettiene looked away embarrassed for even suggesting it. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she went back to double checking the alignment of each of the diamonds. It was always good to triple check it just in case.

There was one that was ever so slightly out of alignment. That would not do at all. With careful precision she adjusted it, millimetre by millimetre until it was perfectly aligned with the others. Impressed by her work, she tilted her head to look through the prisms at the sun in the centre.

Her heart stopped for a moment as she looked through the other side at the boys. Their forms were twisted, distorted. Etienne looked as though he were made of water that twisted and flowed across the room, drowning everything around him, an in the place of Joel stood a tall figure dressed in black and gold robes with a black hole at the place of his head, a crisscross of glowing orange halos surrounding the several black arms that extended from his body like manacles.

The figures turned to face Cassia as she shrieked and pulled away from the amber, and reeled back in confusion.

“What’s wrong Cassia?”