it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sohalia giggled when Sunjata huffed a laugh, pleased to have gotten away with her teasing. Unfailingly kind, she would never want someone to take her playfulness too seriously, and it was always a risk with a stranger. Still, the longer she say with Sunjata, the less of a stranger he became.
Talk of the Feverlands brought a strange look to Sunjata's face, and Sohalia couldn't quite place the expression. "My friend Tal told me they're pretty terrible," she admitted, her excitement a bit toned down. In fact, Tal's exact words were that they mostly just mud an' stink an' giant swamp rats. In truth, it didn't sound particularly appealing, but she still wanted to see them. It wasn't the same, hearing someone else describe a place. It was one thing to hear, and another to see.
King's End, though, Sohalia recognized, if only by name. "I saw King's End once," she mused aloud. "Nowhere that people lived, though. What's it like?"
Talk of the Feverlands brought a strange look to Sunjata's face, and Sohalia couldn't quite place the expression. "My friend Tal told me they're pretty terrible," she admitted, her excitement a bit toned down. In fact, Tal's exact words were that they mostly just mud an' stink an' giant swamp rats. In truth, it didn't sound particularly appealing, but she still wanted to see them. It wasn't the same, hearing someone else describe a place. It was one thing to hear, and another to see.
King's End, though, Sohalia recognized, if only by name. "I saw King's End once," she mused aloud. "Nowhere that people lived, though. What's it like?"
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
