[o] bad luck never lost a race

SOHALIA

and there we are again when nobody had to know

Her kiss landed decidedly closer to the stranger’s lips than Sohalia had originally aimed, and she blushed again, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink that was visible even in the torchlight - a blush that only deepened with his flirtatious words. Out of her element in every way, she was glad when she didn’t have to come up with an immediate answer, as the man kept talking, reaching to grasp a strand of her golden hair, toying with it in a way that had Soh catching her breath. ”You caught me,” she said, her voice slightly breathless as she flashed a smile. She hadn’t realized there were such races, nor that such charming characters might be a part of them.

Cloud wyrms darted around their heads, drawing a delighted laugh from Soh, who glanced away from her companion’s ice-blue gaze to take in the little creatures flitting about. When she looked back down, the man was offering her a hand and inviting her for a drink - and if little alarm bells sounded in the back of her mind that this was a little too much like the first time she’d let a man buy her a drink, well, this was Torchline, and what happens at the beach stays at the beach.

Shoving all thoughts of the past from her mind, she took his hand with a shy smile. ”Did I?” she asked, her voice just a little too innocent. ”Well, in that case, I’d say I deserve a treat.” Eyes laughing, she leaned in a little bit. ”I’m Sohalia, by the way. Does helping you win earn me your name?”

you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath