[SE] wonder and marvel

Sohalia

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Lena was not the only one to arrive at Frey's Breath on feathered wing; Sohalia flew in as a snowy owl, enjoying the chill of the Leafchange air as it brushed through her feathers. She'd been all over of late, traveling here and there across Caido, all the while seeking to mend any bridges she'd burned with her abrupt disappearance. Fortunately for her, it had gone well, for the most part, with most of her friends readily forgiving her. Most of them had the same things to say: it hadn't been her fault, there was nothing she could have done differently, they were so relieved she was alive. And so it was with a renewed spring in her step that she met Lena in the Climb.

Emotionally, she might have been nearly healed - nearly, but not quite - but physically, the proof of her long illness lingered. There were still bags under her eyes that hadn't been there before, courtesy of the nightmares that plagued her every night. She was still too thin, missing the petite curves that had been there before. It wasn't as stark as it had been the last time she'd seen Lena, but to anyone who had known her before, she would still look a bit ill.

Regardless, she greeted Lena with a hug and a smile. "I've been well, thank you. How are you?"

Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight