Sohalia
Say my name
And every color illuminates
And every color illuminates
Sohalia had never really been around drunk people - not for any length of time, anyway - and so it was that she didn't really recognize just how far gone Harper was, at first. He was relatively upright and listening, anyway, and she almost expected the typical fatherly concern that she had come to expect from him - until it didn't come. It was then that she tilted her head almost comically to one side, regarding her father figure shrewdly. He wasn't himself, that was for sure. What could she do to help?
But then he said he'd left Torchline, and Soh's brows rose in surprise. "Oh!" she said, and promptly fell silent, unsure what else to say to this revelation. Something must have happened, she decided, but she wasn't sure how to find out what without prying. So she jumped to the next possible thing in her mind to say, which was: "Jata -" will take good care of you. "- has always been kind to me."
Gods, what was she supposed to do in this situation? She wanted to ask him what had happened, how to help him, but she'd never been presented with anything quite like this before. Gods, did Jude know? She blanched. Harper had said that only Hadama and Flora knew, so what if he hadn't even told his son?
She suddenly wished he wasn't the only one drinking.
It wasn't that she was disappointed, or upset, or angry - Harper was a grown man, and more than capable of doing whatever he wished - but she was concerned. This was nothing like the man she knew. She cleared her throat. "How, um... how do you know Jata?" Perhaps that would be safe, solid ground on which to start her many inquiries.
But then he said he'd left Torchline, and Soh's brows rose in surprise. "Oh!" she said, and promptly fell silent, unsure what else to say to this revelation. Something must have happened, she decided, but she wasn't sure how to find out what without prying. So she jumped to the next possible thing in her mind to say, which was: "Jata -" will take good care of you. "- has always been kind to me."
Gods, what was she supposed to do in this situation? She wanted to ask him what had happened, how to help him, but she'd never been presented with anything quite like this before. Gods, did Jude know? She blanched. Harper had said that only Hadama and Flora knew, so what if he hadn't even told his son?
She suddenly wished he wasn't the only one drinking.
It wasn't that she was disappointed, or upset, or angry - Harper was a grown man, and more than capable of doing whatever he wished - but she was concerned. This was nothing like the man she knew. She cleared her throat. "How, um... how do you know Jata?" Perhaps that would be safe, solid ground on which to start her many inquiries.
We are shining
And we will never be afraid again
And we will never be afraid again
