may they guide you

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Trinity Temple was a magnificent, if imposing, structure. It had always seemed a bit dark and dismal to Soh, but this was where the people of Stormbreak came to worship, and she had to admit that it was beautiful in its own way. It just seemed cold and distant, not like the gods that she had met, who had been so warm and full of life.

So she'd taken it upon herself to gather some wildflowers to leave as offerings for the gods, and she entered the temple with a large basket settled in the crook of her elbow, its bulk braced against one hip. Tarak rode imperiously on her shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the burden that his additional weight imposed on his bonded. "You know, you could learn to fly." But the little griffin was no more than a season old, and though he'd began to learn to glide, true flight was outside of the realm of possibility for him - for now.

Sometimes Soh wondered if it would be better for her or worse once he figured out his wings.

In any case, she made her way into the temple, expecting it to be empty, only to come across a woman who appeared to be older than the young Heart. "Oh!" she said, a friendly smile appearing on her face. "Don't mind me. I'm just decorating a bit." And with that, she set to collecting old, withered flowers and replacing them with bright, lively plants.

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning