Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
"I would gladly take it," Soh said seriously, though her grin gave her away. It was nice to find something so lighthearted after such a time of darkness. A blessing, really, though she wasn't sure how to put her feelings into words. Perhaps it was a sign of sorts that she should embrace the innocence that she'd once had, back when she was still a child herself, back before her life had gotten all grown-up and messy. Perhaps it was a reminder that, beneath everything she'd lost, a child's heart still beat within her, resisting the inescapable passage of time.
But that was a consideration that occurred to the young woman so deeply within her subconscious that she was barely aware of more than a passing flicker of melancholy, and then she was pressing onwards into the continuation of their little game. "Y-E-L-L-O-W," she spelled out, flicking the cootie catcher this way and that to reveal numbers: 5, 6, 7, and 8. "Pick a number."
But that was a consideration that occurred to the young woman so deeply within her subconscious that she was barely aware of more than a passing flicker of melancholy, and then she was pressing onwards into the continuation of their little game. "Y-E-L-L-O-W," she spelled out, flicking the cootie catcher this way and that to reveal numbers: 5, 6, 7, and 8. "Pick a number."
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
