SOHALIA
But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun
Svaturis Bay was, in a word, beautiful.
Hard, black sand reached towards the frigid waters of the ocean, dotted with miniature glaciers the size of boulders. The sky above was uncharacteristically blue for this late in Leafchange; from the research she'd done before coming this far north, Soh knew that it was more likely than not to be clouded with snow. Prepared for the cold, the Luminary was bundled in her warmest clothing from head to toe, her blond hair shrouded by a thick scarf wrapped around her head.
Someone in the Citadel had pointed her in this direction when she came looking for Deimos, and so here she was, hunting down the regional leader who she perhaps admired the most. She carried a dagger at her hip and a blade-tipped staff called a glaive in her hand, just in case she ran into something she couldn't outrun. At least this time, she would appear prepared, even if her heart was in her throat at the prospect of such an encounter.
Learning the use of the glaive had required all the remnants of her skill with a staff and then some; she'd found someone to teach her in the time since her reemergence into the world, and she felt confident enough that at least she wouldn't injure herself to carry it with her on her travels now. It made her feel better, even if only a little bit.
A figure loomed in the distance; shaping her eyes into an owl's, she identified the person as Deimos and strode purposefully towards him. Perhaps it was better that they were outside the Citadel. Out here, it was less likely they'd be overheard.
"Deimos!" she called as she approached, her eyes shifting back into their silver, human form. "How are you?"
Hard, black sand reached towards the frigid waters of the ocean, dotted with miniature glaciers the size of boulders. The sky above was uncharacteristically blue for this late in Leafchange; from the research she'd done before coming this far north, Soh knew that it was more likely than not to be clouded with snow. Prepared for the cold, the Luminary was bundled in her warmest clothing from head to toe, her blond hair shrouded by a thick scarf wrapped around her head.
Someone in the Citadel had pointed her in this direction when she came looking for Deimos, and so here she was, hunting down the regional leader who she perhaps admired the most. She carried a dagger at her hip and a blade-tipped staff called a glaive in her hand, just in case she ran into something she couldn't outrun. At least this time, she would appear prepared, even if her heart was in her throat at the prospect of such an encounter.
Learning the use of the glaive had required all the remnants of her skill with a staff and then some; she'd found someone to teach her in the time since her reemergence into the world, and she felt confident enough that at least she wouldn't injure herself to carry it with her on her travels now. It made her feel better, even if only a little bit.
A figure loomed in the distance; shaping her eyes into an owl's, she identified the person as Deimos and strode purposefully towards him. Perhaps it was better that they were outside the Citadel. Out here, it was less likely they'd be overheard.
"Deimos!" she called as she approached, her eyes shifting back into their silver, human form. "How are you?"
And now that you're close I feel like coming undone
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
