Sohalia
"That sounds fascinating," Soh said, in reference to being a pilot. She supposed that if she couldn't draw maps, then perhaps such a career path would have been what she'd choose - now that Tal had helped her get over her fear of them, that is. "I do. Lumaris Arts & Cartography. It's new, but I'm over on Merchant's Lane." The road wasn't far from here, a few blocks away from Pacifist Plaza. "You'd be very welcome, if you ever wanted to come and take a look."
At Mateo's instruction, Soh meandered over to the patch of green sprigs and carefully selected one or two for their salad, placing them in the proffered basket alongside the tomatoes and bunches of herbs. "I could understand that," Soh mused as she followed Mateo to their prep area. "It certainly is a lot of buildings. But it's also always - I don't know, alive? There's always something happening, and always something to do. I visited the Celestine and the Collegium when I first arrived. Have you ever been?"
At Mateo's instruction, Soh meandered over to the patch of green sprigs and carefully selected one or two for their salad, placing them in the proffered basket alongside the tomatoes and bunches of herbs. "I could understand that," Soh mused as she followed Mateo to their prep area. "It certainly is a lot of buildings. But it's also always - I don't know, alive? There's always something happening, and always something to do. I visited the Celestine and the Collegium when I first arrived. Have you ever been?"
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
