Sohalia
It was only now that Sohalia was realizing that she had emerged from her sheltered life in the Hollowed Grounds at a time of peace, and that this must have been how people felt during all of the trails and tribulations that her guardian had so carefully hidden her away from. Not to say that there had not been challenges - of course there had - but she had been so carefully protected, so strategically sheltered, that she had known little of them. She couldn't quite decide if she was grateful to them or furious.
Her mind tucked and filed away the information Deimos offered, such as it was. "We knew of no damage when I left Stormbreak last," she murmured, her brow creased with worry. "But we were not looking for flora or fauna." She would need to send word to those she'd left in the region, to see if they could survey the creatures that existed in the city. She had particular concern, suddenly, for the Celestine and for Lena, for what if this... infection, if that was indeed what it was, managed to spread throughout the enclosures there? But for all her worry, she could hardly drop what she was doing to run back home. Maybe, when she had a moment, a letter...?
Perhaps a letter to Anju, as well - to see how many Dragoons remained in Stormbreak, to ask if perhaps they could divert some of the troops currently assigned to helping Torchline or Halo to the task of searching for these diseased plants and animals. She wondered if even such a hunt would be enough, or if they would continue to spread anyway. Then, realizing she'd gone quiet, she started. "I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought," she said, catching up to Deimos. "I understand that there were some infected variants in the Greatwood as well, or at least there were before the meteor - I would imagine they are still there."
Her mind tucked and filed away the information Deimos offered, such as it was. "We knew of no damage when I left Stormbreak last," she murmured, her brow creased with worry. "But we were not looking for flora or fauna." She would need to send word to those she'd left in the region, to see if they could survey the creatures that existed in the city. She had particular concern, suddenly, for the Celestine and for Lena, for what if this... infection, if that was indeed what it was, managed to spread throughout the enclosures there? But for all her worry, she could hardly drop what she was doing to run back home. Maybe, when she had a moment, a letter...?
Perhaps a letter to Anju, as well - to see how many Dragoons remained in Stormbreak, to ask if perhaps they could divert some of the troops currently assigned to helping Torchline or Halo to the task of searching for these diseased plants and animals. She wondered if even such a hunt would be enough, or if they would continue to spread anyway. Then, realizing she'd gone quiet, she started. "I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought," she said, catching up to Deimos. "I understand that there were some infected variants in the Greatwood as well, or at least there were before the meteor - I would imagine they are still there."
