critical role relationship week: day 3
cassandra & allura
The sun is just beginning to set over the mountains when Cassandra arrives for tea with Allura.
It had started out simply as an occasional thing; a desire for a moment where neither woman had to think of anything related to Whitestone, the running thereof, or the adventuring group calling it home. Quickly, though, it had become a regular staple of Cassandra’s life, clearing space every other evening for some time out on one of the castle’s western balconies, sitting together and sharing a pot of tea.
Allura is already waiting for her by the time Cassandra arrives, looking neat and presentable with her hair perfectly braided as always. (Cassandra is convinced she does it with magic. There can be no other explanation.) She sets down her cup and pours a second for Cassandra as the younger woman takes a seat, smoothing her dress underneath her and taking a moment to calm herself.