There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon
We are walking on the moon
Vi’s appearance, when it came, was heralded by the sunlight streaming through the windows, a drop of dew on a lily petal, and the very beating of Sohalia’s heart. She sensed his presence before she saw him, and the awe she felt blossomed like a living thing in her chest. This was no Safrin, or Frey, or Ludo. As impressive as they were, this was a deity that was larger, his expectations of her heavier, and with that came a wash of understanding that this quest, if it was granted, was not one that she could afford to fail.
Sohalia swallowed hard. ”I’d like to think that some light remains,” she responded softly, meeting the ancient gaze that pierced her through. She wasn’t always sure, but this was not the first time she’d been asked about her ever-present warmth. Somehow, against all odds, she struggled to hold onto all that was good in the world - and if Vi had noticed, then surely that meant that it was working.
Sohalia swallowed hard. ”I’d like to think that some light remains,” she responded softly, meeting the ancient gaze that pierced her through. She wasn’t always sure, but this was not the first time she’d been asked about her ever-present warmth. Somehow, against all odds, she struggled to hold onto all that was good in the world - and if Vi had noticed, then surely that meant that it was working.
Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you
I believe in me and you
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
