"Now I'm here and have to figure out who that even is," Elora replies, brow arching slightly. That's the thing, she supposes, what it all comes down to. For all her life, that was decided for her, whether it was as a kitchen girl or the chosen one; she never picked any of it for herself, just found herself cast in different roles. The only real choice she ever made on her own was to go after Airk, and all of that wound up being not at all what she could have imagined.

Now, there's just nothing, no expectations, nothing to live up to. It's freeing, and it's sort of great, but how to be whoever the fuck she wants is so far unknowable when it's not something she's ever had the opportunity to want before.

"But at least baking is one thing that's the same from one world to the next."