SOHALIA
and there we are again when nobody had to know
Sohalia had never had her fortune read before, but after spending time with Tal and his partner, Alys, who specialized in the tarot, the Luminary had to admit that her interest was piqued.
Since reemerging into the world, Soh had spent the better part of her time attempting to rest and recover, and her efforts were paying off. She wasn't as thin as she had been last time Vesper had seen her, and the bags under her eyes were slowly fading as a healthy glow softened her face. On this particular day, she'd selected a burnt orange, oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder. She'd piled her blonde hair atop her head artfully, with a few wisps arranged to frame her face. The overall effect was one of a lovely young woman out for a stroll - but Vesper would pick up on the unease that beat within her heart as steadily as it had at their last meeting.
So maybe that was why she had waited patiently for her turn to enter the fortune-telling tent - for some modicum of reassurance that she wasn't in imminent danger. That she could, perhaps, relax into the new life that she needed to build for herself. And maybe she was hoping for some guidance on what that new life should look like, because she was damned if she could figure it out for herself.
The young woman slipped into the tent and took it all in as her eyes adjusted to the darkness within: the small table framed by two pillows; the thick celestial rug beneath; and the crystal ball placed reverently on top, calling to each newvictim customer with a vague sense of mystical promise. There was a woman seated at the table already. Blonde haired and blue eyed, there was something charming about her from the moment Soh entered the tent, and she smiled shyly in greeting. Then her gaze flickered to where Vesper stood in the shadows, a look of surprised recognition appearing on her pretty face.
"Hello," she said to them both, suddenly unsure of what to do. Vesper had been kind to her, but she had wanted to have her fortune told by someone she didn't know (otherwise she would have accepted Alys's offers), and she wasn't sure how she felt about her new friend being privy to something that might end up being rather personal.
Since reemerging into the world, Soh had spent the better part of her time attempting to rest and recover, and her efforts were paying off. She wasn't as thin as she had been last time Vesper had seen her, and the bags under her eyes were slowly fading as a healthy glow softened her face. On this particular day, she'd selected a burnt orange, oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder. She'd piled her blonde hair atop her head artfully, with a few wisps arranged to frame her face. The overall effect was one of a lovely young woman out for a stroll - but Vesper would pick up on the unease that beat within her heart as steadily as it had at their last meeting.
So maybe that was why she had waited patiently for her turn to enter the fortune-telling tent - for some modicum of reassurance that she wasn't in imminent danger. That she could, perhaps, relax into the new life that she needed to build for herself. And maybe she was hoping for some guidance on what that new life should look like, because she was damned if she could figure it out for herself.
The young woman slipped into the tent and took it all in as her eyes adjusted to the darkness within: the small table framed by two pillows; the thick celestial rug beneath; and the crystal ball placed reverently on top, calling to each new
"Hello," she said to them both, suddenly unsure of what to do. Vesper had been kind to her, but she had wanted to have her fortune told by someone she didn't know (otherwise she would have accepted Alys's offers), and she wasn't sure how she felt about her new friend being privy to something that might end up being rather personal.
you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
