Late nights, all entwined
Made a promise to never say goodbye
Made a promise to never say goodbye
The news about the weather made her blood run cold. "Stormbreak's been weird, too," she said. "I know it's supposed to be stormy, but this year... it's been nonstop lightning. You saw, when you picked me up. It's even making travel difficult." She frowned up at her kite, which floated almost effortlessly in the sky above. Almost effortlessly. She still felt like it was taking entirely too much of her concentration to keep it afloat. "Everything I've read and everyone I've asked has said it's not normal. And Deimos sent out a missive that there's been weird weather everywhere. I can't help but wonder..." If it's related to Safrin's disappearance.
She shook herself. She didn't want to worry about that today, even if the concern lingered at the edges of her consciousness. Today was a day for fun.
And her artwork was certainly fun - or, at least, a great deal more so than worrying about the weather. She'd always been artistic, especially since she'd spent so much of her childhood alone. "Thank you," she said, flushing at Tal's praise. She'd grown quite proud of her maps in the time since she'd started making them, and to hear others appreciate them always made her happy. Then she tilted her head to one side. "Oh? What kind of art does she do? She's more than welcome to put a few pieces up in the shop, if she's got an interest in selling in Stormbreak."
The kite dipped and soared overhead as Soh began to gain a better understanding of how to control it, and her silver eyes stayed fixed above as she hummed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "It's rare that I do reproductions; I usually hang new pieces instead of copying old ones. But there is one from the Oerwoud - a painting - that's bright and colorful. It's one of my favorites, so I've kept the original, but sometimes I get requests to copy that one."
She shook herself. She didn't want to worry about that today, even if the concern lingered at the edges of her consciousness. Today was a day for fun.
And her artwork was certainly fun - or, at least, a great deal more so than worrying about the weather. She'd always been artistic, especially since she'd spent so much of her childhood alone. "Thank you," she said, flushing at Tal's praise. She'd grown quite proud of her maps in the time since she'd started making them, and to hear others appreciate them always made her happy. Then she tilted her head to one side. "Oh? What kind of art does she do? She's more than welcome to put a few pieces up in the shop, if she's got an interest in selling in Stormbreak."
The kite dipped and soared overhead as Soh began to gain a better understanding of how to control it, and her silver eyes stayed fixed above as she hummed thoughtfully. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "It's rare that I do reproductions; I usually hang new pieces instead of copying old ones. But there is one from the Oerwoud - a painting - that's bright and colorful. It's one of my favorites, so I've kept the original, but sometimes I get requests to copy that one."
I replay it in the back of my mind
Over and over again
Over and over again
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
