[These strange effects left by the false gods always strike at the strangest times for someone who never sleeps. One moment Caedra is practicing the Spanish that Nate has been teaching her with lines of delicate calligraphy, rendering some of the words unrecognizable but distinctly more beautiful. The next, a word appears on her own arm.
No, not a word. A name. It takes her a moment to realize. That's right, Jo - that young woman she met ages ago and promptly began to tease since she could tell Jo hated it. Where is she? How has she been?
Abruptly curious, she sets down her pen, pulls on her coat, and sets out into the city in search of Jo, compelled by a strange curiosity. She's not sure where to start, but perhaps this pull she feels will guide her.]
Feb. 14 - closed to Jo
No, not a word. A name. It takes her a moment to realize. That's right, Jo - that young woman she met ages ago and promptly began to tease since she could tell Jo hated it. Where is she? How has she been?
Abruptly curious, she sets down her pen, pulls on her coat, and sets out into the city in search of Jo, compelled by a strange curiosity. She's not sure where to start, but perhaps this pull she feels will guide her.]