Cassandra has been trying so hard to avoid touching anyone, but no matter how nimble and graceful she is there’s no avoiding it completely. Her luck doesn’t last. There’s someone bumping into her and before she can do more than inhale sharply before the splitting pain sends her clutching at her head.

The memory is… interesting, though. Unusual. And she cannot help but watch it unfold. It reminds her of her training with her family, but more… structured. More like a proper class, with multiple students, rather than just one.

She watches as the young boy (Zishu. His name is Zishu.) determinedly continues moving through the forms. Until he’s stopped. She watches until that last, longing look the boy casts at the training yard… before trotting away towards the other children… and the memory releases her.

Hands pressed to her head, she staggers for a moment, until she gathers herself, turning instinctively towards the source of the memory. And she knows him, can see the little boy in the grown man’s face.