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  <title>Cassie Sandsmark</title>
  <subtitle>Just call me Wonder Girl</subtitle>
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    <name>Cassie Sandsmark</name>
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  <updated>2014-02-08T03:02:17Z</updated>
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    <title>Valentine's Day- For Sam</title>
    <published>2014-02-08T03:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2014-02-08T03:02:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Vegas was awesome. Valentine's Day was sometimes a day to dread on Tabula Rasa, what with foods that had unpredictable consequences. Now, they were in the city of unpredictable consequences and Cassie was having a ball. The lights, the excitement, the over all energy, it was infectious and she was loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a beautiful dinner, Cassie and Sam were walking down the Vegas Strip, hand in hand. She couldn't stop smiling, both from the atmosphere and the man walking beside her. It was just so romantic and passing so many weeding chapels wasn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the third or possibly fourth one, Cassie got a sudden idea. It would contradict a conversation they'd had only recently but she had always been better at spur of the moment as over thinking was her down fall. And she wanted this, she feeling did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Sam answered her question first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Sam. I have a crazy idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=6511" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:6285</id>
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    <title>Backdated to September 9th</title>
    <published>2013-09-30T05:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2013-09-30T05:27:32Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Another flying lesson down the drain. That was all Cassie could think to herself as she concentrated on brushing down Hermera. She had to have the only pegasus in the universe who didn't want to fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were on the beach, near where they'd been trying to fly, Hermera's lead loosely tied to a branch so she could graze while Cassie cooled her off. She stopped for a moment and wiped some sweaty hair from her eyes. "You are one stubborn horse you know that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermara just snorted, not even bothering to lift her head. Cassie laughed and went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=6285" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:5888</id>
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    <title>thethirdwonder @ 2013-08-02T02:00:00</title>
    <published>2013-08-02T06:12:18Z</published>
    <updated>2013-08-02T06:12:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Just because Cassie woke up early to train does not mean she woke up bright eyed and busy tailed. She hated waking up early and she was convinced the only people who did were Bats, and that was because she wasn't altogether convinced they slept. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groaning, she rolled over away from Sam's warm bulk, with her eyes still closed and laid there for another few minutes, dozing and stretching. Finally, she opened her eyes and rolled over to give Sam a kiss before getting up for her morning training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, she was sitting on the chest of the man in her bed, hands dangerously close to his neck, legs clamped around his arms. "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=5888" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:5778</id>
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    <title>thethirdwonder @ 2013-04-03T01:09:00</title>
    <published>2013-04-03T05:21:40Z</published>
    <updated>2013-05-14T03:05:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Back in New York, Kon needs an ice skating teacher desperately. Cassie is willing to help. During a hot coco break, she does the best friend thing and grills him about his love life. Or lack there of.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://thethirdwonder.dreamwidth.org/5778.html#cutid1"&gt;Maybe this is a sign that in this case, blondes don’t have more fun with you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=5778" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:5442</id>
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    <title>Christmas for Sam</title>
    <published>2012-12-30T06:40:06Z</published>
    <updated>2012-12-30T06:40:06Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It was kind of weird how technically Cassie had had Christmas in a different place every year thanks to the islands magic. London had been pretty last year but Cassie was really enjoying New York. Especially the beautiful decorated apartment she shared with Sam. It was definitely a better job then she could have done on her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it was Christmas morning. She and Sam had spent a late morning in bed and then had a leisurely breakfast, also in bed. Cassie had taken then tray back to the kitchen and prepared a nest of pillows in front of the Christmas tree for opening presents. Spending the whole day in bed sounded like a great idea, but that didn't mean the whole day had to be in the same bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was done, she went back into the bedroom and pounced on Sam to pull him out of bed. "Come on, it's ready!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=5442" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:5352</id>
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    <title>Boyfriend Hunting</title>
    <published>2012-10-08T22:01:07Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-08T22:01:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Last night, Cassie had suggested a new training exercise. Sam knowing how to defend himself was very important to her, especially given the things that tended to happen on the island. So far, he'd been doing well but she'd decided to it was time for a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was simple. They went out early in the morning when it was cooler out and she gave him one instruction. Run. He was getting a fifteen minute head start and that was it. Then she was coming after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she moved through the trees, Cassie admitted to herself that this was a great idea. She didn't know about Sam, but she was having a blast! Plus, she already had plans to make it up to him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=5352" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1158411:4975</id>
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    <title>The Arrival of Hemera</title>
    <published>2012-02-02T03:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2012-02-02T03:39:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It had started out like any other morning. Or at least any other morning that she didn't spend with Sam. She and Iris were out for their morning run, Cassie alternating between jogging and sprinting while Iris just looped along beside her. It was a beautiful morning and Cassie was almost tempted to go a little farther but something seemed to call to her back towards her hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was a good thing too, as just before the hut would have come into view through the tree, Iris veered off the path and went charging into the woods. Moments later, Cassie heard a racket of barks and some sort of screeching. Afraid for the her dog, she ran after her, following the noise until she found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she did find Iris and the source of screeching, Cassie couldn't help stopping in shock. Iris was standing protectively over a little golden colored foal, barking not at it but to get Cassie's attention. But the barking was still scaring the baby animal, thus the screeching. But it wasn't the screeching that was making Cassie stare, but the two white wings growing out of her back. It seems like the island had decided Cassie needed a baby pegasus in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she got a grip on the situation, Cassie ran the last few steps and fells to her knees to try and comfort the little foal. "Hey, hey it's alright! Shhhhh....no more of that crying, it's okay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[For reference, the foal will look like &lt;a href="http://the-blank-slate.com/wiki/index.php?title=Hemera"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when she grows up. For now, she looks more like &lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTfE3B-aVGrgwBe1x9hpRbETeOKCvt8WXz3U4vR7lpljq6bxxKkCFauhfsvJQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;]]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=thethirdwonder&amp;ditemid=4975" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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