may they guide you

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

"Thank you," Soh said politely, happy to take advice and adding 'meet the gods' to her ever-growing mental list of things to do. To be honest, it had been on her list anyway, but she supposed that moving it to a higher priority wouldn't hurt. With Stormbreak being a particularly pious city, perhaps Delphia had a point - she should be familiar with the gods to lead such a people.

She was drawn from her reverie by a startling revelation. "You look like your mother," said Delphia, and Soh stared at her, taken aback by the seemingly random statement from someone who had, in all likelihood, never met her mother. Emotions, tumultuous and wild, threatened to overtake her as she waited, heart in her throat, for some kind of explanation for such a strange statement. Did she really look like her mother? Were her parents really proud of her? She hoped so - she tried to be the kind of person she thought they'd have wished for her to be - but she'd always questioned whether or not her efforts were sufficient to earn their praise.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked weakly, gazing at Delphia as the demigoddess stared off into a corner.

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning