Cassie
Or Cassandra or Cass or Whatever
Just because she stopped talking didn't mean she liked it. She fidgeted awkwardly in place by the wall, her head full of a dozen comments that she couldn't voice aloud. Luckily, Abasi eventually offered to let her ask questions, and she gave an immediate sigh of relief. "If the mud hardens, what's the point of using this stuff? Wouldn't normal mud hold its shape when dry?" she prompted.
"Is this considered a common practice for humans in this region, or is what you're doing specific to a group or family or religion? And once you are done covering the body, what will you do with him? ...were you close?" she asked, still having no clue what a mortuary was. For all she knew, this was Abasi's family member.
"Is this considered a common practice for humans in this region, or is what you're doing specific to a group or family or religion? And once you are done covering the body, what will you do with him? ...were you close?" she asked, still having no clue what a mortuary was. For all she knew, this was Abasi's family member.
