12-20-2025, 12:59 PM
The new year. 2047. It brought with it more. Cadence’s album was coming together. They had even picked their single which would be released soon there was anticipation there. She had figured out how to access her magic and even had a quest of sorts to find this castle. She hadn’t found the bravery yet to go and look for it. 2047 it seemed was going to be a year of new beginnings.
While going through her things she found her old diaries. She had kept them mostly as keepsakes, but had begun reading through some of them. Good memories and bad memories were there alike. She remembered the frightened teenager she had been, thinking that she was a witch and struggling with her attraction to men and women. Being raised that both of those were wrong had made Casey struggle for a long time. The last one she wrote was after their first concert in Chicago. Cadence had been so confident then, and now Cadence’s confidence was increasing quickly when she wasn’t on stage too. It was amazing. New beginnings indeed.
It was a strange thing, but Casey felt a desire to beginning writing things down again like she had before. That’s what brought her here to the open air Izmailovsky Market in the middle of Moscow’s winter. Her southern blood complained at the cold, so she adjusted her hat and scarf to make sure she was covered. The best diaries were here though - the pretty, handmade ones. She wanted something special to hold the words she would write this year. She didn’t know if it was important, but it was what she wanted. She searched the stall and found a deep-blue one with a brass clasp. It was gorgeous, but she set it down as a wind blew causing her to shiver in the cold. She put it down and headed to get something hot to drink, not even thinking someone might take her prize before she could come back. Warmth seemed like an immediate need, and pushed away thoughts of anything else.
She got a drink at a shop near the market and began to head back, making sure she was still bundled up. She had to lower her scarf a bit to take a drink of the hot coffee in her hands, but the beverage warmed her insides. She made her way back through the market to the stall, a desire for the diary now returning to her mind. A woman stood at the stall now. The deep-blue diary in her hands.
Casey had wanted that one, and she still did. She wouldn’t take it from the other woman though. She was pretty too. Something she wouldn’t have thought much about if Cadence hadn’t made puppy dog eyes at Ezvin every time she saw him. It had been awhile since she had spent time with someone in a dating situation. Not that she was going to ask this woman about it off the bat - or ever really. How weird would that be? It wasn’t lust - but there was a desire there to get to know her and maybe see what happened. But she didn’t want to be a creep or anything.
Disappointment moved through her though at the thought of her mistake. She hadn’t bought it when she should have. That was her fault. She gave the woman a smile as she passed. ”Excuse me,” she said, able to really tell how pretty she was close up. ”Happy New Year.” her voice was cheerful and cordial. Casey took a sip of her coffee and began to peruse the diaries left. Hopefully she could find a suitable replacement.
While going through her things she found her old diaries. She had kept them mostly as keepsakes, but had begun reading through some of them. Good memories and bad memories were there alike. She remembered the frightened teenager she had been, thinking that she was a witch and struggling with her attraction to men and women. Being raised that both of those were wrong had made Casey struggle for a long time. The last one she wrote was after their first concert in Chicago. Cadence had been so confident then, and now Cadence’s confidence was increasing quickly when she wasn’t on stage too. It was amazing. New beginnings indeed.
It was a strange thing, but Casey felt a desire to beginning writing things down again like she had before. That’s what brought her here to the open air Izmailovsky Market in the middle of Moscow’s winter. Her southern blood complained at the cold, so she adjusted her hat and scarf to make sure she was covered. The best diaries were here though - the pretty, handmade ones. She wanted something special to hold the words she would write this year. She didn’t know if it was important, but it was what she wanted. She searched the stall and found a deep-blue one with a brass clasp. It was gorgeous, but she set it down as a wind blew causing her to shiver in the cold. She put it down and headed to get something hot to drink, not even thinking someone might take her prize before she could come back. Warmth seemed like an immediate need, and pushed away thoughts of anything else.
She got a drink at a shop near the market and began to head back, making sure she was still bundled up. She had to lower her scarf a bit to take a drink of the hot coffee in her hands, but the beverage warmed her insides. She made her way back through the market to the stall, a desire for the diary now returning to her mind. A woman stood at the stall now. The deep-blue diary in her hands.
Casey had wanted that one, and she still did. She wouldn’t take it from the other woman though. She was pretty too. Something she wouldn’t have thought much about if Cadence hadn’t made puppy dog eyes at Ezvin every time she saw him. It had been awhile since she had spent time with someone in a dating situation. Not that she was going to ask this woman about it off the bat - or ever really. How weird would that be? It wasn’t lust - but there was a desire there to get to know her and maybe see what happened. But she didn’t want to be a creep or anything.
Disappointment moved through her though at the thought of her mistake. She hadn’t bought it when she should have. That was her fault. She gave the woman a smile as she passed. ”Excuse me,” she said, able to really tell how pretty she was close up. ”Happy New Year.” her voice was cheerful and cordial. Casey took a sip of her coffee and began to peruse the diaries left. Hopefully she could find a suitable replacement.