05-25-2025, 02:10 PM
Ezvin took the zine from her with care, and in that moment gratitude displayed on her face. He understood that what she had given him was precious. Cadence had chosen to write the zine herself instead of typing it. She felt that in doing so, she had poured out her heart and soul onto the page. In essence, those pages contained a part of herself. The past week of recording had shown Cadence that Ezvin wasn't in the music business for the money, and when he looked at her after taking the zine from her, she knew that he saw her - the real her. Not just the celebrity. Not even just the musician. He saw her as a person. Cadence had known others who had seen that, but they were rare. What was rarer still was Cadence actually recognizing it.
"This place - it draws the honesty out of you...it's like..." he voice broke as she searched for the words. "If you listen, you can hear it speak to you." Her eyes went to the zine, placed perfectly on the shelf. "I hope that when the time is right, it helps someone."
Cadence turned to silence then, continuing to follow Ezvin's lead, but gave a grateful smile as he called her a midwinter mystic poet. His light touch on her chin was a comfort, and then he joined in on the silence. As in the studio, Ezvin knew when to push and when to hold back, and now he did, giving her the time to think before offering to continue on.
Cadence didn't answer right away. Her eyes looked down the corridor, but she turned inward, evaluating what she needed at this time. "I think the statue garden might be best. I need to clear my head a bit before I create more," she turned to him. "Being honest with oneself can be a scary thing, and what I wrote...well...it brought up some old things. It's not easy to relive that." her voice didn't tremble as she said it and held no regret for having ventured into those memories. On the contrary, she felt a little more relieved.
Cadence let Ezvin lead her to the garden and there she saw several statues, unfinished as much as everything else here seemed to be. As they entered, she looked around, getting a feeling for the place. Cadence took a deep breath and then let it out slowly before she took a step into the garden proper. Cadence didn't head straight for any statue, but allowed her feet to wander, trusting Ezvin would follow her until she found herself at a statue. It appeared to be a statue of an angel, but one of the wings was broken. Whatever had caused the break had also caused the face of the statue to have cracks in it. Cadence felt drawn to it, but uncertain of why.
Cadence waited until Ezvin was close before asking, "How do I know what it's trying to tell me," she said, her eyes remaining on the statue. ]"Or maybe I'm not ready to hear it yet?"
"This place - it draws the honesty out of you...it's like..." he voice broke as she searched for the words. "If you listen, you can hear it speak to you." Her eyes went to the zine, placed perfectly on the shelf. "I hope that when the time is right, it helps someone."
Cadence turned to silence then, continuing to follow Ezvin's lead, but gave a grateful smile as he called her a midwinter mystic poet. His light touch on her chin was a comfort, and then he joined in on the silence. As in the studio, Ezvin knew when to push and when to hold back, and now he did, giving her the time to think before offering to continue on.
Cadence didn't answer right away. Her eyes looked down the corridor, but she turned inward, evaluating what she needed at this time. "I think the statue garden might be best. I need to clear my head a bit before I create more," she turned to him. "Being honest with oneself can be a scary thing, and what I wrote...well...it brought up some old things. It's not easy to relive that." her voice didn't tremble as she said it and held no regret for having ventured into those memories. On the contrary, she felt a little more relieved.
Cadence let Ezvin lead her to the garden and there she saw several statues, unfinished as much as everything else here seemed to be. As they entered, she looked around, getting a feeling for the place. Cadence took a deep breath and then let it out slowly before she took a step into the garden proper. Cadence didn't head straight for any statue, but allowed her feet to wander, trusting Ezvin would follow her until she found herself at a statue. It appeared to be a statue of an angel, but one of the wings was broken. Whatever had caused the break had also caused the face of the statue to have cracks in it. Cadence felt drawn to it, but uncertain of why.
Cadence waited until Ezvin was close before asking, "How do I know what it's trying to tell me," she said, her eyes remaining on the statue. ]"Or maybe I'm not ready to hear it yet?"