Caden
Somewhere in the back of his mind - or perhaps in the spirit plane - Caden's uncle was scolding him to hell and back for letting his guard down. Not just with his magic, but with his surroundings, because he doesn't hear the woman approaching until she is already talking to him. Caden jolts hard, and the tins of seasoning fall immediately with little thunks in the grass. Terror grips his heart and steals his breath immediately, visions of blood and gore and his uncle's vacant eyes suddenly washing over him as his magic grips instinctually at the dagger on his hip.
He goes utterly still as the actual words themselves register past the tone and shock of company. She wishes...? But no. Anyone without magic could feel envious of the Abandoned for their strength. He cannot be too hasty.
Turning - and simultaneously hoping his bloodless face is not quite so obvious in the firelight - Caden looks up at the woman standing nearby and tries to think past the roaring of blood in his ears. "S-Sorry, you startled me." Casting his eyes about swiftly for any others, Caden relaxes minutely at seeing she is alone. It doesn't mean she isn't a threat, but certainly less of one. "Thank you. Um, are you...also -?" Caden twitches his wrist slightly, righting the seasonings and lining them back alongside the log he's sitting on. Even the word cannot escape his throat, like a sour lump that chokes him whenever he tries. Maybe the vagueness will benefit him; what little it can given she has already seen him performing his magic up close.
He goes utterly still as the actual words themselves register past the tone and shock of company. She wishes...? But no. Anyone without magic could feel envious of the Abandoned for their strength. He cannot be too hasty.
Turning - and simultaneously hoping his bloodless face is not quite so obvious in the firelight - Caden looks up at the woman standing nearby and tries to think past the roaring of blood in his ears. "S-Sorry, you startled me." Casting his eyes about swiftly for any others, Caden relaxes minutely at seeing she is alone. It doesn't mean she isn't a threat, but certainly less of one. "Thank you. Um, are you...also -?" Caden twitches his wrist slightly, righting the seasonings and lining them back alongside the log he's sitting on. Even the word cannot escape his throat, like a sour lump that chokes him whenever he tries. Maybe the vagueness will benefit him; what little it can given she has already seen him performing his magic up close.
Though I know my heart will break
I'd still tell the surgeon to put it back in
I'd still tell the surgeon to put it back in
