Sohalia
They were on their way to King's End, and to get there, they were traveling first through the Oerwoud. There were some strange things happening, some odd rumors circulating, and it seemed better to investigate them than to ignore them. So here she was, traipsing through the wilderness, which had almost always been kind to her, with Tarak perched precariously on her shoulder. They hadn't been back to the region since she'd found Tarak as a hatchling, and he peered curiously around as they traversed the undergrowth.
It was quite dark, darker even than Soh remembered the area being when she'd last been here. And quiet - so very, very quiet. It was almost spooky, and Soh was not one to scare easily. She crept forward tenderly, her staff gripped in both hands, her silver gaze flicking this way and that as though she could make out whatever stalked them through the undergrowth. But it was too dark.
Then there was a shout, and Soh felt something brush against her leg, and she shrieked in spite of herself as she stumbled backward. Tarak leapt from her shoulder to breathe fire towards Soh's assailant, and she was surprised to see that it was simply a vine. But this didn't look like the sentient vines of the Oerwoud. No, this was darker and more sinister, and Soh mentally called Tarak back to her shoulder, keeping him away from the angry vines. "Who's there?" she shouted. "If we work together, we can get past the vines!"
It was quite dark, darker even than Soh remembered the area being when she'd last been here. And quiet - so very, very quiet. It was almost spooky, and Soh was not one to scare easily. She crept forward tenderly, her staff gripped in both hands, her silver gaze flicking this way and that as though she could make out whatever stalked them through the undergrowth. But it was too dark.
Then there was a shout, and Soh felt something brush against her leg, and she shrieked in spite of herself as she stumbled backward. Tarak leapt from her shoulder to breathe fire towards Soh's assailant, and she was surprised to see that it was simply a vine. But this didn't look like the sentient vines of the Oerwoud. No, this was darker and more sinister, and Soh mentally called Tarak back to her shoulder, keeping him away from the angry vines. "Who's there?" she shouted. "If we work together, we can get past the vines!"
