Caden
The fire crackles at his feet, the fading sun casting beautiful colors behind the faint trail of smoke and embers that takes up his vision. He camps light in the summer, hardly setting a camp at all to speak of considering he will only be here for a night or two at best. Aside from his bedroll and pillow, the rest remains packed away to the side as he sets about preparing his meal for the night.
In the fading light of the evening, with empty hills around him and town far afield, Caden feels bold enough to utilize his magic as he cooks. Tins of ingredients float about, summoned to his hand and sent back to their place in an easy rhythm that speaks of deep comfort with his abilities. His upbringing had been a paradoxical mix of magical freedom and a paranoid reclusivity that had ensured it could only be practiced in the most private of sanctuaries. Practicing beneath the open sky makes him feel all the more connected to the world around him, and a small smile works its way onto his lips as he floats the thyme into his hand, seasoning the meat before him liberally.
In the fading light of the evening, with empty hills around him and town far afield, Caden feels bold enough to utilize his magic as he cooks. Tins of ingredients float about, summoned to his hand and sent back to their place in an easy rhythm that speaks of deep comfort with his abilities. His upbringing had been a paradoxical mix of magical freedom and a paranoid reclusivity that had ensured it could only be practiced in the most private of sanctuaries. Practicing beneath the open sky makes him feel all the more connected to the world around him, and a small smile works its way onto his lips as he floats the thyme into his hand, seasoning the meat before him liberally.
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
