Deep breaths. That’s all she needed. Just lots of deep breaths. Keep it up and her emotions would remain in check. However, if she kept doing it for too long, Cassandra would start to feel light-headed, and that was never good.
The bag in her hand was clutched in a death grip; its contents far more valuable than anything else the young witch had. In fact, she would trade away a good number of her trophies if it meant her prize would be made safe and whole again. Maybe that was why she brought along a smaller purse full of jewelry and gems from her collection. Payment would be needed for this sort of thing, right?
The brunette sped along the pathway to House Beneviento, staying partially human as she worried about dropping what she carried if she went full swarm. The landscape flew by. Vineyard gave way to village, giving way to woods and flowers. She flew up the cliffside that held the elevator, not even hesitating or giving it a second thought.
It wasn’t until she had landed on the front porch that reason and her foolishness finally caught up with Cassandra. what was she doing? Why go through all this trouble? She’d be laughed at. Not by Donna, but most certainly by Angie. Her stomach turned at the thought of this small thing getting any larger than it was already. Daniela knew… and she could spread the news as fast as the wind. Wouldn’t this make things worse?
Her frustration grew and grew, part of her wanting to leave and the other part demanding to stay. It was a stupid bear after all! But it was her stupid bear, and she didn’t have many things with a sentimental attachment.
With a yell, Cassandra slammed a fist onto the front door before accepting her frustration and sinking into her stubborn anger; a feeling she knew all too well. She waited to see if anyone would answer that single loud thud.