Sohalia
She shifted easily, sitting on the edge of the Last Step with her legs kicking in the open air, digging in the bag at her side for her journal as Sunjata shifted beside her. She flipped open to a new page and fished out a pencil, beginning a rough sketch of the landscape before them, occasionally holding up her pencil to perfect a measurement or analyze the distance between notable markers.
The information about Sunjata's shifts surprised her, and she glanced up at him, looking impressed. "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you?" she asked. It seemed fairly intimate, to ask someone to carry her about, and she wasn't sure how comfortable she was with being that close. She studied him for a moment as she waited for a response; the light caressed his cheeks, highlighting the scars and tattoos on his face and neck. Her fingers itched - it was just the kind of scene she would love to put down on paper, if only it wouldn't be awkward to do so. A brief moment of longing spiked through the bond, followed by her sense of shyness, and she turned her attention back to the landscape before her.
"How many shifts do you have?" she asked casually as she sketched, genuinely curious. She only had the one, and she wasn't honestly sure how one went about procuring others. Did it just happen, or did one get to choose their additional shifts?
The information about Sunjata's shifts surprised her, and she glanced up at him, looking impressed. "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you?" she asked. It seemed fairly intimate, to ask someone to carry her about, and she wasn't sure how comfortable she was with being that close. She studied him for a moment as she waited for a response; the light caressed his cheeks, highlighting the scars and tattoos on his face and neck. Her fingers itched - it was just the kind of scene she would love to put down on paper, if only it wouldn't be awkward to do so. A brief moment of longing spiked through the bond, followed by her sense of shyness, and she turned her attention back to the landscape before her.
"How many shifts do you have?" she asked casually as she sketched, genuinely curious. She only had the one, and she wasn't honestly sure how one went about procuring others. Did it just happen, or did one get to choose their additional shifts?
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
