Act 3
"You told me Sylvan was there."
"And he was, wasn't he?"
Sophie crossed her arms, sighing. "Cassandra wouldn't allow me to see him. He said Sylvan was unavailable because he doesn't want to see me. Why?"
"Perhaps he felt, ashamed, perhaps?" The Owl responded. "Ashamed by the fact that he doesn't mind Cassandra's presence, yet you do..."
"What do you mean by 'doesn't mind Cassandra's presence'!? It's not like brother is in love or anything with him!" Sophie shouted, but then paused, thinking of the worst case scenario... "Is he?"
"Why don't you go and figure it out for yourself? You don't need to ask me all the time to obtain answers." The Owl replied, mussing up her short blonde hair with a spare hand as he held the violin and bow in the other hand.
Sophie just slapped his hand away, sighing. "You stupid White Owl..."
"Cassandra?"
"Yes?" Cassandra asked, looking at the younger man with concern. "What seems to be the matter?"
"It's about the conversation I had the previous night with Owl." Meister responded quietly, his unmasked face looking at Cassandra wtih a bit of worry in his light blue eyes. "He's so right. I'm so ashamed...I never thought I'd harbor these...feelings towards you in the first place, nor enjoy your presence as the days passed. I didn't want to talk with Sophie because I didn't want her to be mad at me or anything like that..." He paused before exclaiming. "You know she despises you, and...if she knew that I had these feelings towards you, if it was love or lust or something inbetween, I don't want her to get mad because of that."
"You don't wish for her to be angry at you." Gladstone sighed quietly, stroking Sylvan's face with one hand. "I think I feel...quite the same. It would be terrible if she became disillusioned once she finds out about us. But...the truth has to come out eventually. You can't hide it from her." He held Sylvan closely, one arm wrapped about the younger man's waist while the other was farther upwards, about the shoulder blades.
"I know..." Sylvan paused for a moment before he finished. "I should speak with her."
Cassandra nodded quietly, giving a small kiss to Sylvan's forehead. "Then speak to her you shall."