Cassandra POV
I pull my rough ash grey hair back from both of my hands. Keeping it between my thumbs and index fingers of both the hands and try to tie it for the hundredth time. My arms are getting sore and I am getting frustrated. But there is a part of me that wants to use the silk scarf from Evan and tie my hair with it.
After trying for one more time, I give up. I leave my now growing hair loose, and just tie the scarf around my wrist. I look at it and pout my lips. Getting my attention back to the map which I have kept in front of me for hours now, I continue to mark the trails we have to follow. I have spread it on the ground and kept my knee over it, trying it restrain it from flying away. I have used different colors of quills to show various paths we could take and pointed o
