If he was feeling particularly self-righteous, Cade would have said that it all started with him. That his birth had prompted the gears of the universe to spin wildly as its maker mastered the kinks of trouble. But Cade never much believed in fate o...
The fire danced with flames made of performing men and women that reached up into to the darkness with stretched arms before shrinking back down to twist and turn with a fierce partner in a show of vibrant orange and red. Burning embers shot up into the air as fireworks for the spectacular being preformed beneath and replaced the missing stars that the performers desired to appease their audience. They pranced and spun atop the chunks of dry wood with light steps that burned the surface with a streak of scalding fire, their tiny feet leaving cracks of light wherever they moved. Everything demanded the attention of any bystanders so that they too might get lost watching the show until the source dimmed until all that remained was the grey dust of their footprints. Even the charred stage contained intricate delicacies of black tendrils intertwining along the powder covering the blocks of wood.
Cade fell victim to the frolicking of the flames and lost himself watching the way they twisted into themselves and combined with others nearby. At the center burned a vivacious, sunny yellow from a tiny spark which blended out to the beautiful colors that entrapped so many. His favorite was the specific mixture of orange and red at the edge of the fire that reminded him of the flowers that used to grow in one towns, a color that looked as if someone had taken the light from the rims of the sun on the horizon and combined it with that of a rose in full bloom. What he'd give to smell the sweet yet tangy scent of the foliage that grew with seven petals spilling out from the center where long strands with black tips grew.
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After the encounter with the poor shadow of the child, the group had traveled mostly in silence to Cade's delight until reaching a point where sight became difficult for anything greater than a few paces ahead where they decided to stop for the day. The woods they walked through didn't contain as many threats as originally and they only checked lightly before creating the fire. Since the flames lit of the night, Cade had secluded himself against the trunk of a tree and stared off at the dancers while they performed. Ivory had done the same for a while before pulling out a book binded in dark green leather and twined in gold string, and from somewhere in her bag supplied a small quill and ink bottle. Talso shielded himself partly in the shadows so that his eyes wouldn't fall into the trap of the flames and studied the blade he bought with intrigue.
It was evident in both their eyes that they desired to speak the questions that rampaged through their brain like oxen at the hunt of a starved wolf. Whether out of respect for the unspoken desire of their companion to have silence or uncertainty on which of the several to ponder about first, everyone kept the woods undisturbed. Cade wandered the forest of his mind until it presented an uncanny resemblance to the lightless scenery of his current surroundings. His thoughts grew up into the sky with bushels of leaves covering the branches- the total number increasing with the depth of the idea- and the width varied likewise. Several times when he decided to climb a tree of particular interest, the footholds would snap halfway up and let him tumble harshly to the ground while others simply vanished upon his touch. Most often it happened that the further towards the top he went, the higher the tree grew so that it seemed he hadn't moved up at all. Cade ended up growing frustrated and traded those woods for the ones of reality which left him gazing off at the beauty of the fire.
