So much time on the other side
Waiting for you to wake up
Waiting for you to wake up
Saying that things hadn't gone well would have been an understatement, and as Sohalia lay there bleeding in the snow, she realized that nothing she'd done lately had seemed to go well. Her capture, her disappearance, her reemergence... had it all been for naught? Was she going to die here in Halo, so far away from the home that she loved, and all because she'd tried to help and failed?
But it seemed that death was not in the cards for Soh - at least, not today - as Deimos summoned his companion and the unicorn touched her horn to the snowy owl's wing. Zuriel's magic trickled into her slowly, knitting muscle and skin back together. It was a painful process, but not nearly as excruciating as the knowledge that beat against the inside of her skull like a drum: failure, failure, failure.
She hoped the others had gotten away. She hoped that her flight hadn't signed their death warrants.
Thank you, she said distantly as the wounds began to heal and the pain began to clear. She might have deserved the death she'd have faced at the hands of the yeti, but she was glad all the same not to be succumbing to her wounds. I'm sorry. Who she was apologizing to, or why she was apologizing at all - that wasn't clear even to her. But she said it all the same, hurting from more than just the lacerations across her chest, knitted together now and leaving only jagged scars behind - but from the mental burden of her cowardice.
But it seemed that death was not in the cards for Soh - at least, not today - as Deimos summoned his companion and the unicorn touched her horn to the snowy owl's wing. Zuriel's magic trickled into her slowly, knitting muscle and skin back together. It was a painful process, but not nearly as excruciating as the knowledge that beat against the inside of her skull like a drum: failure, failure, failure.
She hoped the others had gotten away. She hoped that her flight hadn't signed their death warrants.
Thank you, she said distantly as the wounds began to heal and the pain began to clear. She might have deserved the death she'd have faced at the hands of the yeti, but she was glad all the same not to be succumbing to her wounds. I'm sorry. Who she was apologizing to, or why she was apologizing at all - that wasn't clear even to her. But she said it all the same, hurting from more than just the lacerations across her chest, knitted together now and leaving only jagged scars behind - but from the mental burden of her cowardice.
Maybe I'll see you in another life
If this one wasn't enough
If this one wasn't enough
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
