Cassidy had been taking a walk, still trying to learn this new place. She was trying to pay attention this time. Her mind tended to wander as her feet did, which was... unsafe. So the Queen with the red braid down her back an freckles across her face and... not just on her face... was walking around, trying to look and learn.

When someone called out, she turned and smiled, braid flying as she spun, hazel eyes warm and friendly as she walked closer. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't beautiful, but she was kind and it showed in her eyes.

"Greetings, Sister," she said formally, offering her hands, palms up. This woman... could be a sister to Lady Karla with that hair, those eyes. And there was a sense of power about her, a strong psychic scent, but nothing she could pin down. Something about this place made it hard for her to sense caste and strength.