barefoot in tall grass

Sohalia

Say my name
And every color illuminates

As Flora had guessed, Soh didn't know. In fact, she knew very little about Torchline other than what she'd picked up from Jude and Harper, and what information was available for tourists. She tilted her head, humming thoughtfully at the revelation that one could call gods bitches and get away with it, even right in front of their shrine. That seemed like the sort of thing that might get one smited, but hey - Soh was no deity. What did she know?

She listened carefully to Flora's description of the goddess, her brow creased as she compared her mental notes with the information Flora had shared. Sunjata had been less kind in his descriptions of Safrin, but although Flora was being complimentary, she was also being... rather blunt. Soh still wasn't sure that Safrin was the kind of deity she wanted to serve. "I heard that she could be a little, um... possessive?" Soh mused, gently pressing for information. "How do you work with Frey and Safrin?"

We are shining
And we will never be afraid again