Sohalia
Histories were right up Soh's alley, and her delight was clear. Oh, I love histories! Anything non-fiction, really. Not that there's anything wrong with fiction. I just like to learn about the world, she said, warmth coloring her tone as she chattered. She'd been reading a lot of geography books lately, herself, and some primers on mapmaking to brush up on her skills. It was really just a foundational part of her being, her love of learning and knowledge. Sometimes she wondered if she'd gone into the wrong career. She could happily see herself as a teacher or a researcher instead of a cartographer.
But then she wouldn't get to travel as much, and honestly, she would really miss it. So maybe she'd made the right choice after all.
They began to descend, which worked perfectly fine for Soh; she'd gotten most of what she needed from this area, so she was content now to get an up-close-and-personal look at Mourn. It looked so colorful from above, and she imagined that it must be quite nice up close. Sunjata's dislike of Safrin took her aback a little as they lowered toward the ground. She tilted her head to one side as she considered his words, and then what she should say in response. I never really thought about getting too close to one of them, she admitted, not entirely sure what that meant. I thought that we just asked them for help, and they asked us to do things for them in return.
But then she wouldn't get to travel as much, and honestly, she would really miss it. So maybe she'd made the right choice after all.
They began to descend, which worked perfectly fine for Soh; she'd gotten most of what she needed from this area, so she was content now to get an up-close-and-personal look at Mourn. It looked so colorful from above, and she imagined that it must be quite nice up close. Sunjata's dislike of Safrin took her aback a little as they lowered toward the ground. She tilted her head to one side as she considered his words, and then what she should say in response. I never really thought about getting too close to one of them, she admitted, not entirely sure what that meant. I thought that we just asked them for help, and they asked us to do things for them in return.
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
