Sohalia
Fortunately for Sohalia, her insertion of her foot into her mouth seemed only to amuse Sunjata, who rumbled a laugh through the bond. Still flushed with embarrassment, she gazed at the landscape below as he spoke. Still, her curiosity soon got the better of her mortification. That's fascinating, she said. What kind of things do you find yourself hoarding? A personal question, perhaps, but one that slipped free before she could consider it more closely.
In the height of Longheat, the landscape below was flush with color from flowers dotting the hills, and Soh jotted down the most notable landscape features as Sunjata slowly banked around the area. Circling made it harder to get the directions correct, but Sohalia was fortunately experienced enough by now at her mapmaking that she managed to get things down in a mostly accurate way, turning her notebook in her hands to align with the land below as she went.
She was so caught up in her cartography that Sunjata's question took her by surprise. It had been ages since she'd Attuned, and she'd so rarely shared the story that it was almost as if it were a figment of her imagination. I was quite young, she said thoughtfully. It was right after my parents died, I think. I went to a shrine to Mort to pray for them. I don't remember exactly what I said, or what I asked for, but after that... She gave a mental shrug. I think I was just fortunate. From what I understand, Mort is very compassionate. Perhaps he simply sensed that I was hurting. I'm not really sure.
In the height of Longheat, the landscape below was flush with color from flowers dotting the hills, and Soh jotted down the most notable landscape features as Sunjata slowly banked around the area. Circling made it harder to get the directions correct, but Sohalia was fortunately experienced enough by now at her mapmaking that she managed to get things down in a mostly accurate way, turning her notebook in her hands to align with the land below as she went.
She was so caught up in her cartography that Sunjata's question took her by surprise. It had been ages since she'd Attuned, and she'd so rarely shared the story that it was almost as if it were a figment of her imagination. I was quite young, she said thoughtfully. It was right after my parents died, I think. I went to a shrine to Mort to pray for them. I don't remember exactly what I said, or what I asked for, but after that... She gave a mental shrug. I think I was just fortunate. From what I understand, Mort is very compassionate. Perhaps he simply sensed that I was hurting. I'm not really sure.
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
