Don't know when and I don't know why
One day you wake up and you're living a lie
One day you wake up and you're living a lie
Soh allowed Flora to guide her towards the door at the back, hardly registering her friend’s caution. The room that they entered was private, and that was all that mattered to Soh. She was reminded of the sea, somehow, as the scent of salt and leather washed over her, adorned with something brighter that she couldn’t quite place. There was a comfortable couch, which was where the pair headed, and Soh took a seat, collapsing against the back of the furniture with a soft sigh of relief.
It was quiet here, and somehow soothing, and Soh sighed again before she met Flora’s gaze. ”I went to Halo to help against the Void,” she said. ”And we succeeded - but I guess you heard about that from the broadcast. I don’t even know where to start.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, her gaze roving restlessly around the room, taking in the various plants and the secondary bar and the canal without really noticing any of it.
”There was this yeti,” she started. ”And at first things seemed to be going okay. Melita’s - well, she’s a badass, and her fire arrows were great, and Zavien channeled Safrin and she helped a ton… but then it all went to shit. I got too close, and the yeti -“ She shuddered, memory assaulting her with visions of searing pain and blood spattering the snow. ”It almost killed me. If it had hit just a little higher, it’d have taken off my head.” She pulled down the shoulder of her shirt, showing the new scars that ran diagonally up from her right hip to left shoulder.
”I really thought I was dead. Zavien told me to run, so I shifted and flew, but I don’t know how I even made it to the Citadel. Deimos found me and his unicorn healed me, and… here I am.” She laughed mirthlessly. ”With a price on my head, I guess. We should form a club. We can make jackets and every-“ But as she spoke, her voice grew higher and higher, and her attempt at a joke fell flat as her throat closed, tears threatening.
”I just couldn’t sit by and wait anymore,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. ”But I couldn’t do anything, either. I ran when it mattered. Just like last time.” Now the tears were falling in earnest. She’d run after being kidnapped, when she should have fought back for her region. She’d run when battling the void yeti on the tundra, when she should have died instead of leave her friends. Gods, was this what she was reduced to? Was this who she really was at her core?
It was quiet here, and somehow soothing, and Soh sighed again before she met Flora’s gaze. ”I went to Halo to help against the Void,” she said. ”And we succeeded - but I guess you heard about that from the broadcast. I don’t even know where to start.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, her gaze roving restlessly around the room, taking in the various plants and the secondary bar and the canal without really noticing any of it.
”There was this yeti,” she started. ”And at first things seemed to be going okay. Melita’s - well, she’s a badass, and her fire arrows were great, and Zavien channeled Safrin and she helped a ton… but then it all went to shit. I got too close, and the yeti -“ She shuddered, memory assaulting her with visions of searing pain and blood spattering the snow. ”It almost killed me. If it had hit just a little higher, it’d have taken off my head.” She pulled down the shoulder of her shirt, showing the new scars that ran diagonally up from her right hip to left shoulder.
”I really thought I was dead. Zavien told me to run, so I shifted and flew, but I don’t know how I even made it to the Citadel. Deimos found me and his unicorn healed me, and… here I am.” She laughed mirthlessly. ”With a price on my head, I guess. We should form a club. We can make jackets and every-“ But as she spoke, her voice grew higher and higher, and her attempt at a joke fell flat as her throat closed, tears threatening.
”I just couldn’t sit by and wait anymore,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. ”But I couldn’t do anything, either. I ran when it mattered. Just like last time.” Now the tears were falling in earnest. She’d run after being kidnapped, when she should have fought back for her region. She’d run when battling the void yeti on the tundra, when she should have died instead of leave her friends. Gods, was this what she was reduced to? Was this who she really was at her core?
Goodbye love, and goodbye pain
Went to the river, didn't come back the same
Went to the river, didn't come back the same
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
