Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

Cassia. This seemed like a nickname from a longer name. Could it be Cassandra? Castilia? Osprey played with few other possible variations in her mind, and it didn't occur to her that other had not been entirely honest with her. However - even if she had suspected something - did the truth really matter? For all she knew, she could also be lying and her real name could be... Tessa, for example.

"Fortuna or Tyche - the goddess of luck - is not very picky who she blesses, rather it depends on the person - whether he sees the opportunity he is given and takes it or not," she explained, remembering her father and his tales about the Greek gods. It was odd that one word "fortune" could bring back, what had lied in dusty shelves for ages. "So... I can't tell about others, but I have been lucky so far," she said with a confident smile, which told that her fate was just as much in her hands as it was in the gods'.

"What do you mean - a ghostly fellow?" Osprey furrowed her brow, having not understood Cassie's implication about meeting only terrible men.