[SE] if we never made a sound

To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed

Sohalia mentally catalogued Tal's description of Petunia, wondering briefly at his wording - fronds? - and nodded at her friend, as though to say that she understood. She would keep an eye out on her travels, particularly if she ended up in the Oerwoud or the surrounding areas.

Sohalia smiled at the softness she could see in the courier as he spoke briefly of his partner. She might have fallen for Jude and for Koa, but she wasn't sure she'd ever felt abut someone the way that Tal seemed to feel about Alys. She wanted to ask more, but then the conversation turned to Mort, and somehow it seemed sacrilegious not to hear more about the god. Perhaps she could ask more about Alys another time.

Tal's description of Mort had Soh's full attention, and the girl forgot even about her scone and tea as she listened attentively. Her fingers stilled on Boreal's horns (sorry, Boreal), distracted by the conversation. "He sounds wonderful," Soh sighed, propping her head on her free hand. "I'm so jealous! Did you go to him for a quest, or...? If you don't mind my asking, that is? I hope it wasn't just about me," she added, making a face. How embarrassing would it be if she'd caused Tal to waste a visit with Mort, of all beings, just because she'd been gone?

You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'

Sohalia