Sohalia
Hoarding books was something that Soh could relate to, and she her smile rippled through the bond. Of all the things you could hoard, I think books are probably the best, she told him. She herself was an avid reader, slowly building up her own collection, although most of the texts she currently read were on loan from the Collegium or the Archives. What kinds of books do you like?
Her Attunement is another matter entirely; she'd been told before that it was strange for Mort to have Attuned her, but she was so young at the time that it had hardly seemed to matter. For the most part, it was easy to forget that she hadn't been born this way. Perhaps that was why she didn't notice any habits or preferences that seemed to come from her shift. Perhaps it had simply been a part of her for so long that nothing about it felt foreign anymore.
That one could mistakenly call the wrong god stood out to her from Sunjata's commentary; if she was ever to go before a deity, she rather thought she'd want to know it was the one she intended. But then, perhaps she'd simply be happy for one to answer her call at all. You... don't seem to care for Safrin, she said, the question in the tone of her voice. Having heard nothing but good about all of the heralds, it was strange to find someone who seemed to dislike one of them.
Her Attunement is another matter entirely; she'd been told before that it was strange for Mort to have Attuned her, but she was so young at the time that it had hardly seemed to matter. For the most part, it was easy to forget that she hadn't been born this way. Perhaps that was why she didn't notice any habits or preferences that seemed to come from her shift. Perhaps it had simply been a part of her for so long that nothing about it felt foreign anymore.
That one could mistakenly call the wrong god stood out to her from Sunjata's commentary; if she was ever to go before a deity, she rather thought she'd want to know it was the one she intended. But then, perhaps she'd simply be happy for one to answer her call at all. You... don't seem to care for Safrin, she said, the question in the tone of her voice. Having heard nothing but good about all of the heralds, it was strange to find someone who seemed to dislike one of them.
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
