Cadence spent the morning pacing and playing piano. Her anxiety levels weren’t insanely high, but she was feeling anxious. She could easily solve it. All she had to do was get out her wallet and search for the address he’d given her. That would tell her where they were going, but she didn’t. She felt that the not knowing would make her experience more authentic and real. It was a first time for Cadence. It was the first time that she felt going through the anxiety was worth it.
The time came for her to leave, she got in the cab and gave the driver her address. He drove and asked if music was okay. She nodded and smirked a bit as her own song came on. She saw the driver’s face in the rearview mirror. He was unaware that it was her he was driving. It had just been random, but still fun nonetheless.
Cadence looked out the window as he drove. She hardly left her place, and usually her transit time was focused on her wallet, but she was growing, and now she found she wanted to look and see the world around her. She contemplated that until she arrived. She made sure the driver was paid and got out. She looked and saw an archway between two buildings and a courtyard where Ezvin waited for her. Cadence had difficult with the Russian alphabet, so she got out her wallet and scanned the text. The Nest
She approached Ezvin, noting his long coat. Her coat was also long, and it was clean, well made and unadorned. A purple wool knitted scarf lay around her neck and she took the offered gifts from Ezvin with black leather gloved hands. She gave them a glance but Ezvin had already gestured her in. ”Good morning,” her voice lace with both anxiety and anticipation. ”What is it that you’re plotting, Marveet?”
She entered the building and was astonished. The walls were covered in zines and vintage typewriters. People were looking and one was even writing something. She noticed that man, about her age was attractive, and once again she was astonished that she had noticed it. Why was it important?
The answer came to her: She wasn’t just surviving anymore.
It was the link that made everything in the last week make sense. It was why she hadn’t picked Ezvin’s easier options. It was why this album was so important to her. It was even why she had looked out the window on the way here. She didn’t want to hide in the dark anymore. She wanted to live, and it was this moment that Cadence was truly reborn.
She took a step tentatively forward - not in fear, but because she wasn’t sure where to go. There were many places she could explore, but she was uncertain which to take. She instead spun in a circle, taking in the room. She summoned her power as she did. Not because she had any intention to do anything with it, but because it made her senses sharper and the world clearer. She was aware her motion drew attention, but it wasn’t disruptive and the eyes of the others in the room weren’t eyes of disapproval. They were the eyes of artists. Artist’s who understood when someone was going through an epiphany.
She maneuvered the thermos to her other hand and used her teeth to pull off a glove. She wrapped the hand around the thermos, feeling the warmth of the liquid inside. She closed her eyes then and listened. Her head tilted as he heard the sounds of shoes across the floor and beyond that, singing in the stairwells. She sniffed and could smell old books, varnish m, and other smells, in particular the beverage and pastry Ezvin had given her. Finally, she opened her eye, and opened the bag, pulling out the food. She had no idea what it was, but she took a bite and savored the flavor as if tasting something for the first time.
She headed back to Ezvin, her gaze never staying in one place for long. She wasn’t even one hundred percent what she was looking at, but she knew this was important. ”What is this place? It’s…it’s…” her voice hitched as she reverently searched for the words. ”It’s…unfinished. No - not that. It’s living and breathing. It’s…raw…unfiltered. It’s…truth. the last word was quiet, almost a whisper as if it was a secret.
The time came for her to leave, she got in the cab and gave the driver her address. He drove and asked if music was okay. She nodded and smirked a bit as her own song came on. She saw the driver’s face in the rearview mirror. He was unaware that it was her he was driving. It had just been random, but still fun nonetheless.
Cadence looked out the window as he drove. She hardly left her place, and usually her transit time was focused on her wallet, but she was growing, and now she found she wanted to look and see the world around her. She contemplated that until she arrived. She made sure the driver was paid and got out. She looked and saw an archway between two buildings and a courtyard where Ezvin waited for her. Cadence had difficult with the Russian alphabet, so she got out her wallet and scanned the text. The Nest
She approached Ezvin, noting his long coat. Her coat was also long, and it was clean, well made and unadorned. A purple wool knitted scarf lay around her neck and she took the offered gifts from Ezvin with black leather gloved hands. She gave them a glance but Ezvin had already gestured her in. ”Good morning,” her voice lace with both anxiety and anticipation. ”What is it that you’re plotting, Marveet?”
She entered the building and was astonished. The walls were covered in zines and vintage typewriters. People were looking and one was even writing something. She noticed that man, about her age was attractive, and once again she was astonished that she had noticed it. Why was it important?
The answer came to her: She wasn’t just surviving anymore.
It was the link that made everything in the last week make sense. It was why she hadn’t picked Ezvin’s easier options. It was why this album was so important to her. It was even why she had looked out the window on the way here. She didn’t want to hide in the dark anymore. She wanted to live, and it was this moment that Cadence was truly reborn.
She took a step tentatively forward - not in fear, but because she wasn’t sure where to go. There were many places she could explore, but she was uncertain which to take. She instead spun in a circle, taking in the room. She summoned her power as she did. Not because she had any intention to do anything with it, but because it made her senses sharper and the world clearer. She was aware her motion drew attention, but it wasn’t disruptive and the eyes of the others in the room weren’t eyes of disapproval. They were the eyes of artists. Artist’s who understood when someone was going through an epiphany.
She maneuvered the thermos to her other hand and used her teeth to pull off a glove. She wrapped the hand around the thermos, feeling the warmth of the liquid inside. She closed her eyes then and listened. Her head tilted as he heard the sounds of shoes across the floor and beyond that, singing in the stairwells. She sniffed and could smell old books, varnish m, and other smells, in particular the beverage and pastry Ezvin had given her. Finally, she opened her eye, and opened the bag, pulling out the food. She had no idea what it was, but she took a bite and savored the flavor as if tasting something for the first time.
She headed back to Ezvin, her gaze never staying in one place for long. She wasn’t even one hundred percent what she was looking at, but she knew this was important. ”What is this place? It’s…it’s…” her voice hitched as she reverently searched for the words. ”It’s…unfinished. No - not that. It’s living and breathing. It’s…raw…unfiltered. It’s…truth. the last word was quiet, almost a whisper as if it was a secret.