Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Soh grinned in response to Koa's enthusiasm, her expression fond as he practically bounced in place. It was such a simple thing, but it was so good to see a smile on his face that she found herself forgetting all of her own complex emotions for a moment. Like Soh, Koa had been through a lot, especially recently, and if she could do anything to take his mind off of things while she sought out solutions, then she would.
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "In mythology, the phoenix was supposed to be a great, flaming bird that carried the sun up into the sky each morning. It's said that whenever it grew old, it would burst into flames and the world would go dark while it was reborn from the ashes. I think it's supposed to explain eclipses." Perhaps not the story that Koa was anticipating, but Soh hadn't grown up with fairy tales; her mythological knowledge was limited.
She glanced sidelong at the dragoon. "I always liked the sound of being reborn anew. Like anything would be possible with another chance at life." Her eyes lifted back to the constellation, tracing the shape of its wings. "And being able to fly was always appealing, too." And that, at least, she could do.
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "In mythology, the phoenix was supposed to be a great, flaming bird that carried the sun up into the sky each morning. It's said that whenever it grew old, it would burst into flames and the world would go dark while it was reborn from the ashes. I think it's supposed to explain eclipses." Perhaps not the story that Koa was anticipating, but Soh hadn't grown up with fairy tales; her mythological knowledge was limited.
She glanced sidelong at the dragoon. "I always liked the sound of being reborn anew. Like anything would be possible with another chance at life." Her eyes lifted back to the constellation, tracing the shape of its wings. "And being able to fly was always appealing, too." And that, at least, she could do.
the Luminary
'Cause your heart has a lack of colour and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone
code stolen from sky who stole it from odd
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
