August evenings Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
Soh left the meeting with a frown on her pretty face, her brows knit and her eyes troubled. As far as meetings went, it certainly could have been worse - at least all of Caido seemed to be on the same page and determined to face the unknown threat together - but it hadn't been good to hear that Safrin had temporarily left them. She'd learned enough of the gods to know that they weren't infallible, and she fervently hoped that Safrin would return soon with good news.
She'd spoken briefly with Hadama after the meeting and found that his suggestion of self-improvement as they waited for more information was a good one; as soon as she was free of the Refuge, she shifted into a tide jaguar, thankful for her fur to protect her against the chill in the air. She padded along beside Hadama as they followed the river, making pleasant conversation with her friend as they made their way to a quiet bend in which to practice.
Hadama's magic lifted cold water into the air, spinning as spheres around him like planets around the sun. Soh faced him, stretching her paws to dig her claws into the dirt. She crouched low to the ground, her shoulders wriggling in that way that cats do when they're about to pounce. I'm ready, she said, her silver gaze fixated on the orbs of water. Maybe she wouldn't end up terribly drenched.
She'd spoken briefly with Hadama after the meeting and found that his suggestion of self-improvement as they waited for more information was a good one; as soon as she was free of the Refuge, she shifted into a tide jaguar, thankful for her fur to protect her against the chill in the air. She padded along beside Hadama as they followed the river, making pleasant conversation with her friend as they made their way to a quiet bend in which to practice.
Hadama's magic lifted cold water into the air, spinning as spheres around him like planets around the sun. Soh faced him, stretching her paws to dig her claws into the dirt. She crouched low to the ground, her shoulders wriggling in that way that cats do when they're about to pounce. I'm ready, she said, her silver gaze fixated on the orbs of water. Maybe she wouldn't end up terribly drenched.
You never know what temporal days may bring
So laugh, love, live free and sing
So laugh, love, live free and sing
Sohalia
