Cadence followed at his gesture, her eyes not staying in one place for long. She wanted to take this place in - all of it. It was special. Several people recognized her companion and a few recognized her as well; she did have a well known face after all, but the sign of celebrity wasn't there. This wasn't a place where that mattered. This was a place wasn't about celebrity, fame, or money. She sensed it; it was about community. As she followed she absorbed Ezvin's words. It survived because people wanted it to. That spoke of community as well. And Ezvin had invited her into that.
"Are we ever really finished?" Cadence asked at his statement, spoken more as an out loud thought than as an actual statement. There was truth to it though.
Ezvin seemed content to take the role of guide in this journey, and she was content to follow, not out of fear or anxiety, but out of trust. He had brought her here for a reason, and she felt she had understood some of that reason. He wasn't sure if the epiphany she had was what he had expected. She hadn't spoken of what she had felt when entering this place yet. For now, she was absorbing and coming to an understanding of what she had concluded about herself - about what she now really wanted. Words didn't exist for that yet.
Ezvin's guidance though, had never been one where he told you the answer. He allowed things to unfold and allowed those he guided to make choices. It was something Cadence appreciated about him; it was something she respected. So she wasn't surprised when they arrived at a crossroads in both a literal and metaphoric sense. He stepped back, telling her four options. As he stepped back, she stepped forward, a step of faith as it were. Down one corridor, a community canvas where she could "add her chaos" the thought made her smile as she contemplated, then turning her head to the second path - a pottery room. She was still holding the power and could detect the scent of earth down that hallway. Then she faced the third hallway. An old place for new words - a poetic way to put a place for poetry.
Cadence then closed her eyes, focusing inward. There wasn't a wrong choice. No one would judge her for her choice. She knew her skills and no one would even judge her poor art skills if she had gone to the canvas or the pottery room. She might even find that those there might offer up their knowledge. This was the vibe she got from this place. Artists respecting artists. Truth be told, she wanted to go to all of them and experience as much as she could.
Cadence opened her eyes, a decision made, but remained quiet for a moment before she spoke. "I think - I'd like to experience all three - if time permits. Not to just observe. Today is a day for experience - even if my skills at visual art are pretty bad and I have no experience at working clay," She gave a light smile and a soft chuckle. "But first, I have words to say - dying to get out, and maybe by the time we get there, they will have revealed themselves to me."
Cadence gestured to the third doorway and waited for Ezvin to join her before she began to move. The power pulsed in her like a heartbeat and it wanted her to give it form, even if she was unsure of what that form was. But the way the power heightened her senses made her keep hold of it, trusting her instincts to keep it ready. For what, she didn't know.
Cadence smiled and asked a single question before they arrived at their destination. She understood that there wasn't a wrong choice, but curiosity begged her to ask. "Which one did you go down your first time here?" There were lots of questions she could have asked such as how he found this place or who brought him here, but her curiosity was at the crossroads and she wondered what path he had chosen.
"Are we ever really finished?" Cadence asked at his statement, spoken more as an out loud thought than as an actual statement. There was truth to it though.
Ezvin seemed content to take the role of guide in this journey, and she was content to follow, not out of fear or anxiety, but out of trust. He had brought her here for a reason, and she felt she had understood some of that reason. He wasn't sure if the epiphany she had was what he had expected. She hadn't spoken of what she had felt when entering this place yet. For now, she was absorbing and coming to an understanding of what she had concluded about herself - about what she now really wanted. Words didn't exist for that yet.
Ezvin's guidance though, had never been one where he told you the answer. He allowed things to unfold and allowed those he guided to make choices. It was something Cadence appreciated about him; it was something she respected. So she wasn't surprised when they arrived at a crossroads in both a literal and metaphoric sense. He stepped back, telling her four options. As he stepped back, she stepped forward, a step of faith as it were. Down one corridor, a community canvas where she could "add her chaos" the thought made her smile as she contemplated, then turning her head to the second path - a pottery room. She was still holding the power and could detect the scent of earth down that hallway. Then she faced the third hallway. An old place for new words - a poetic way to put a place for poetry.
Cadence then closed her eyes, focusing inward. There wasn't a wrong choice. No one would judge her for her choice. She knew her skills and no one would even judge her poor art skills if she had gone to the canvas or the pottery room. She might even find that those there might offer up their knowledge. This was the vibe she got from this place. Artists respecting artists. Truth be told, she wanted to go to all of them and experience as much as she could.
Cadence opened her eyes, a decision made, but remained quiet for a moment before she spoke. "I think - I'd like to experience all three - if time permits. Not to just observe. Today is a day for experience - even if my skills at visual art are pretty bad and I have no experience at working clay," She gave a light smile and a soft chuckle. "But first, I have words to say - dying to get out, and maybe by the time we get there, they will have revealed themselves to me."
Cadence gestured to the third doorway and waited for Ezvin to join her before she began to move. The power pulsed in her like a heartbeat and it wanted her to give it form, even if she was unsure of what that form was. But the way the power heightened her senses made her keep hold of it, trusting her instincts to keep it ready. For what, she didn't know.
Cadence smiled and asked a single question before they arrived at their destination. She understood that there wasn't a wrong choice, but curiosity begged her to ask. "Which one did you go down your first time here?" There were lots of questions she could have asked such as how he found this place or who brought him here, but her curiosity was at the crossroads and she wondered what path he had chosen.