Caden
If she were to hardly do more than sear the meat, Caden wouldn't so much as blink an eye - too enraptured by her company (and beauty) to so much as remember what animal it was she'd thrown over the fire. But she doesn't need to know that.
As such he hangs on her every word, perhaps a bit too intense in his attentiveness. "New might be a good thing," he offers carefully, aiming to impart a sense of optimism without infantilizing her. Caden certainly understands how new things can be intimidating, even if he is far too worldly to consider traveling one of them.
"I've been to every region but Stormbreak," he starts, voice resonating with clear surety in a way that implies he has taken on the role of storyteller countless times before. "The world is immensely vast. Of the settled regions you have Torchline - hot, sandy beaches, endless ocean surrounding. Volcanoes, though they're dormant and don't produce lava like the Climb. Halo will be too cold for you without magical intervention, but it is white and blue as far as the eye can see from snow and ice." Naturally to him, his hands start to move and shape the words as he goes. "The Hollowed Grounds are ravaged and old, with stonework that crumbles into grasslands and forests. The Greatwood has trees taller than you could ever dream could grow, with giant mushrooms you can jump on and feel as if you're flying. And the wilds have all of it and more; humid, hot forests with every imaginable color of plant, flower fields where the sky meets the earth on the horizon with no mountains or buildings to interrupt." Pausing and realizing he has been prattling on, Caden's hands pause and return to his knees, cheeks a little pink as he smiles apologetically. "Sorry. None of that probably actually helps you visualize it. But there's so much out there for you to see, even just between here and where the festival will be held in the Grounds."
As such he hangs on her every word, perhaps a bit too intense in his attentiveness. "New might be a good thing," he offers carefully, aiming to impart a sense of optimism without infantilizing her. Caden certainly understands how new things can be intimidating, even if he is far too worldly to consider traveling one of them.
"I've been to every region but Stormbreak," he starts, voice resonating with clear surety in a way that implies he has taken on the role of storyteller countless times before. "The world is immensely vast. Of the settled regions you have Torchline - hot, sandy beaches, endless ocean surrounding. Volcanoes, though they're dormant and don't produce lava like the Climb. Halo will be too cold for you without magical intervention, but it is white and blue as far as the eye can see from snow and ice." Naturally to him, his hands start to move and shape the words as he goes. "The Hollowed Grounds are ravaged and old, with stonework that crumbles into grasslands and forests. The Greatwood has trees taller than you could ever dream could grow, with giant mushrooms you can jump on and feel as if you're flying. And the wilds have all of it and more; humid, hot forests with every imaginable color of plant, flower fields where the sky meets the earth on the horizon with no mountains or buildings to interrupt." Pausing and realizing he has been prattling on, Caden's hands pause and return to his knees, cheeks a little pink as he smiles apologetically. "Sorry. None of that probably actually helps you visualize it. But there's so much out there for you to see, even just between here and where the festival will be held in the Grounds."
If he's home, I've got a message for the man above
Getting out is not enough if nobody else can come
Getting out is not enough if nobody else can come
