Sunjata's genuine smile was enough to alleviate Soh's worries as she pulled out her journal. Perhaps he would appreciate a break from the day-to-day running of the brothel. She was sure that a great deal of effort went into maintaining the establishment, and if she could provide a small break from the work, then perhaps that was a good thing. Sunjata studied her map, offering words of praise, and Soh beamed at him, content to wait until he was ready to return her journal to her. It was always a pleasure for the young woman to watch others take in the intricate detail of her maps; it was as though, by watching them, Soh could see the maps take shape for the first time all over again.
"My shift's a snowy owl," confirmed Sohalia as she took the journal back and tucked it away safely in her bag. It would be a bit warm, but she could fly herself. Standing from the chair, she shifted, the strange sensation taking root deep in her bones as she shortened and lightened, sprouting feathers as she shrank. When she was done, she was indeed a snowy owl, and she peered up at Sunjata with keen eyes. Lead the way, she said, her Attuned mind-voice alight with a smile.
"My shift's a snowy owl," confirmed Sohalia as she took the journal back and tucked it away safely in her bag. It would be a bit warm, but she could fly herself. Standing from the chair, she shifted, the strange sensation taking root deep in her bones as she shortened and lightened, sprouting feathers as she shrank. When she was done, she was indeed a snowy owl, and she peered up at Sunjata with keen eyes. Lead the way, she said, her Attuned mind-voice alight with a smile.
Sohalia
there's more to living than being alive
