"And may the Darkness have mercy," Cassidy said automatically as she turned around and faced... herself. Not the working outfit she had worn for a day at court, the green jacket and skirt with the pale green blouse - the one she was wearing when she first met her court... and Grey - but... her face. Her hair.

"Mother night," she whispered. "What? How... why do you look like me?" She felt the need to apologize, almost. But while the words of her former consort still stung, the words Grey said were louder in her heart these days, and sounded how Poppi sounded speaking of her mother.