There's a lot for Caedra to think about these days. Conversing with Rage was frustrating, but enlightening - if for no other reason than it gave her a very real sense of just how limited these creatures who call themselves gods are. They're not, at all. They're people, not that unlike some she knows at home. Would've been nice to get a proper name for them, something to help hunt down more information with later, but it was still an eye-opening afternoon.
And then there's the upcoming move. The jungle would be nice, but she doesn't have high hopes. Too many of these sad little creatures fear such a wild and hazardous place, where she could stake out a place to set up amongst the leaves and unfamiliar creatures, anchoring the new planet to the Abyss more solidly than she had done with this one. Wherever they do end up, she'll have to test out the things she can and can't do outside the direct influence of the gods - because if Rage was right, the Door itself will pose some challenges that the gods didn't even intend to establish. It might be what's keeping her here, cutting her off from Amamot, not them. In which case she'll have to go to Sorrow next, but that one seems cannier than the rest and she doesn't trust she'll be able to convince him of much.
It's a lot. It's more planning than she has ever tried to do. More than she thought herself capable of, preferring to act on impulse and emotion, to be carried by her own innate whims. But she has to try to think ahead if she is to get out of here and even if she fails, it's better than twiddling her thumbs.
Sometimes though, one just needs a mental break from it all. And so Caedra visits the Speakeasy, as she so often does. She's here to drink, here to dance, and to enjoy herself. To try and let go of all of this and live as she prefers to do, without care or concern for anyone or anything but herself.
She stays for several glasses of wine, seeking out any who also look like they're having some fun. Sitting in a corner by yourself? She's not interested. But if you're at the bar chatting with others, she might pull up a seat. Dancing alone? She might ask to join. Playing at the arcade? She will absolutely come wandering over, wide-eyed at someone playing at a machine she has never even dreamed of.
Caedra | OTA
And then there's the upcoming move. The jungle would be nice, but she doesn't have high hopes. Too many of these sad little creatures fear such a wild and hazardous place, where she could stake out a place to set up amongst the leaves and unfamiliar creatures, anchoring the new planet to the Abyss more solidly than she had done with this one. Wherever they do end up, she'll have to test out the things she can and can't do outside the direct influence of the gods - because if Rage was right, the Door itself will pose some challenges that the gods didn't even intend to establish. It might be what's keeping her here, cutting her off from Amamot, not them. In which case she'll have to go to Sorrow next, but that one seems cannier than the rest and she doesn't trust she'll be able to convince him of much.
It's a lot. It's more planning than she has ever tried to do. More than she thought herself capable of, preferring to act on impulse and emotion, to be carried by her own innate whims. But she has to try to think ahead if she is to get out of here and even if she fails, it's better than twiddling her thumbs.
Sometimes though, one just needs a mental break from it all. And so Caedra visits the Speakeasy, as she so often does. She's here to drink, here to dance, and to enjoy herself. To try and let go of all of this and live as she prefers to do, without care or concern for anyone or anything but herself.
She stays for several glasses of wine, seeking out any who also look like they're having some fun. Sitting in a corner by yourself? She's not interested. But if you're at the bar chatting with others, she might pull up a seat. Dancing alone? She might ask to join. Playing at the arcade? She will absolutely come wandering over, wide-eyed at someone playing at a machine she has never even dreamed of.