Caleb Widogast (ermendrud) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-21 01:34:00 |
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Caleb had largely kept to himself since arriving in this strange place. He spent time with Yasha, of course, whenever she wanted him nearby. But for the most part, he'd been either in the library or in his room. He hadn't even really walked the grounds very much. That was on him. But he had never been the most social person and being around so many people he didn't know still made him nervous. But he wasn't about to turn down a conversation when it was offered. That would have been rude. And, more importantly, it may have been a missed opportunity. Anything he could do to learn more about this place, the people in it, and perhaps even how to get his friends here would have been valuable. Many other people seemed to want to leave, but there was nothing (aside from the Nein) for Caleb where he'd come from. If this was where the gods wanted him to be, then he needed to be here. There had to be something to gain from it. He'd learned from Caduceus that tea and graveyards were apparently rather deeply entwined. So he made a pot before he headed out and stashed two cups carefully in his bag. Frumpkin padded out ahead of him - back to being a cat, for now - a few feet, pausing to sniff things here or taste an unfamiliar plant. He arrived in the graveyard a few seconds before Caleb did, hopping up onto a headstone, long tail flicking over the edge, and meowed at Jinn. "Don't mind him," Caleb said, looking around for somewhere to set the teapot down and finally finding a bench. "He judges everyone. Even me. Especially me." |