may they guide you

Sohalia

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

Had Soh been privy to Delphia's thoughts of her, she would have been flattered. She'd always hoped to embody light and warmth, and to know that she had succeeded in doing so today would have been the highest praise. She had troubles of her own, of course, but she'd recently decided that moping wasn't going to help her situation, and she couldn't stop living just because a huge part of her life had disappeared. She missed Jude with a fierce ache that refused to go away, but that didn't mean that she had to succumb to the darkness that beckoned her ever closer.

The information about Phoebe had Soh tilting her head. "I don't know much about the war," she admitted. "I was quite sheltered until... about the last year, I suppose." Sometimes she wished that she knew more, but that same protectiveness that had let her in the dark had also kept her safe, so she really couldn't complain. Besides, she knew that her parents and, after their death, her guardian, had done their best by her.

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