Sohalia
Soh had to wonder where these loose papers had come from, to be strewn about the roads in such a haphazard way. Perhaps they had once been flyers or notices and had been blown free by the wind, but why so many in one place? Perhaps someone had thrown a LongNight party and forgotten to clean up after themselves. Whatever the reason, she was most displeased as she picked up pieces here and there, gathering them for a trip to the nearest trash bin. While she worked, Tarak began to groom himself beneath the bench, studiously ignoring the snowball that he had so rudely been told not to play with.
"Nor have I," Soh replied grimly, shaking her head. "But that's a good idea. Perhaps there would be something in the library." She hoped that they could find some information somewhere. So far, they had only been left with questions since Safrin had disappeared. It was about time they found some answers.
"Nor have I," Soh replied grimly, shaking her head. "But that's a good idea. Perhaps there would be something in the library." She hoped that they could find some information somewhere. So far, they had only been left with questions since Safrin had disappeared. It was about time they found some answers.
these aching memories still dance around me
