out of my shell

Sohalia

If repressing trauma was a Halovian trait, then Soh was living in the wrong region. That was exactly what she was doing: traveling to ignore or escape her experience without having to think too hard about it. Of course, she'd had to process some of her feelings - telling the story to Harper had required a certain analysis of her emotions, particularly given that they shared the Attuned bond - but for the most part, she was content to studiously ignore them.

It wasn't a perfect system, and her closest friends would probably notice that her good cheer was ever-so-slightly subdued, her bright gaze infinitesimally darkened. Sometimes she found herself staring off into space, lost in thought in a way that she'd never done before, and when someone roused her, she'd jump out of her skin, fear sparking in her eyes before she snuffed it out and replaced it with a forced smile. But she was also okay, most of the time, as long as she had something to do. So she flitted from place to place, staying busy and following various points of interest, all in the name of staying sane her business.

Tal's greeting brought a grin to her face, and she was just about to offer a hug of her own when Boreal swooped in for her own greeting. With a laugh, Soh knelt before the dragon, offering her horn scratches and a treat of dried jerky. "Hello, Boreal," she said before rising, beaming at Tal and reaching out for a one-armed hug, all the while keeping a hand free to offer dragon scritches.