yet my blood renders me a King
Sah let them fall into a companionable silence for a bit, knowing that the weight of emotions took time to process. Sohalia's presence was soothing, grounding in the turbulence of the recent weeks. He hoped that he was able to grant her the same reprieve. Something in him ached that she was struggling again. Sah hated to see the people he cared about in pain and the world seemed to keep throwing things at the young Attuned beside him.
After a few long moments of melancholy, he tapped Sohalia's arm, "Come on. We should get something to eat. I saw a merchant selling berry tarts and nothing makes a rough day better like sugar." Wallowing was good, but he wouldn't let either of them fall into the swirling abyss.
After a few long moments of melancholy, he tapped Sohalia's arm, "Come on. We should get something to eat. I saw a merchant selling berry tarts and nothing makes a rough day better like sugar." Wallowing was good, but he wouldn't let either of them fall into the swirling abyss.
Sah
