barefoot in tall grass

Sohalia

Say my name
And every color illuminates

So, the shrine belonged to Safrin. The one god that Soh had been explicitly warned away from.

To hide her sudden discomfort, she laughed at Flora's playful admonishment. She wasn't used to anyone quite like Flora, and as the girl looked her up and down, her cheeks tinged a faint pink that could have just been the sun. It was indeed quite obvious that Soh wasn't from around here - she'd never really fit into the Torchline, shall we say, culture. So as Flora asked, she giggled again. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, her tone implying that she knew exactly how obvious it was.

That Flora was able to correctly guess her origins, however, had Soh raising her brows. "How did you know?" she asked, genuinely curious. Being from the Grounds originally, and then traveling before settling only fairly recently in Stormbreak, she wouldn't have anticipated a correct guess. But then, just because she was bad at gleaning such information from people didn't mean that everyone was.

"I don't actually know much about Safrin," she admitted, curious in spite of her unease.

We are shining
And we will never be afraid again