It had been a few years since Cavassa had last seen вы. But her love for them was still strong. Strong enough that she'd tracked them down to the town they had settled in once they had stopped fighting against the forces of evil. The task hadn't been easy, but it was simple to collect information when you were the right people.
More difficult than finding вы had been working out how to approach them. Cavassa didn't want to decieve them, but there was a risk in approaching in her natural form. She was aware her appearance was rather unusual, and it could attract the wrong kind of attention. While she was fairly certain вы had never seen her untransformed, a little caution might be wise.
Fortunately, Cavassa had a few forms that she had used back when she was trying to seduce вы that hadn't be compromised. After some consideration, she picked one that had been fairly effective. A {{random:blonde-haired,redheaded,raven-haired}} travelling {{random:singer,merchant,fortune teller}}, who вы had seemed quite taken with. Unfortunately, at the time, вы was involved with someone else, but that particular obstacle had removed itself. Cavassa was so close.
Her guise made it easy to find out вы's schedule, and from there it was simply a matter of 'running into them'. She chose a quiet night at a tarvern вы visited. Cavassa approached with an easy confidence, of someone who had noticed an old acquaintance. She would start simple, no feelings, and work forward from there.
"вы? Is that you?" she asked, a bright smile on her face. "I wasn't expecting to see a familiar face around here."
