Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey
Gone are the days of milk and honey
Forget-me-nots, it appeared, took a long time to grow.
Oh, the actual sprouting wasn't a problem - no, Sohalia's forget-me-nots had come up as little green shoots a few days prior, and she'd continued to care for them just as lovingly as ever. No, apparently it would take another year for the flowers themselves to show their petals, a fact that had disappointed the Luminary when she'd learned it. It didn't matter so much in the grand scheme of things, of course - the little green sprouts were enough, she thought, to be considered 'creating life' in Vi's eyes. But somehow, the little flowers had become something symbolic; if she raised them properly, they'd bloom, and so, too, would her relationship with Koa.
It was still something of a mystery even to Soh where she stood with the Dragoon. They were friends, of course, but there were little moments where she could almost swear that the right words, the right look, might send them down a path of something more. What was more confusing, though, was whether or not she wanted that - wanted him. And while the simple answer was a resounding yes, there was nothing about their relationship - or lack thereof - that could be considered simple.
So she pined. She spent her days in the Greatwood caring for her forget-me-nots, searching for roses on the off chance that she'd luck into more than one, and missing her friends. Not just Koa, she insisted to herself, but Flora, and Tal, and everyone else who had come to mean so much to her. It was strange in the Greatwood; she found herself in a self-imposed exile, and she couldn't say that she was particularly enjoying the experience.
On this particular morning, she'd taken her little pot out to the picnic table where she'd first planted the seeds, set it in a patch of sunlight, and taken out her journal if only to give herself something to do. She'd piled her hair messily atop her head, and she sat comfortably on the bench, her journal half in her lap and half on the table as she studied the sprouts before her, her gaze jumping from shoots to page as she tried to capture the little in-between plants in charcoal. She was, for the moment, entirely focused on the task she'd set herself, and the world around her had temporarily ceased to exist.
Oh, the actual sprouting wasn't a problem - no, Sohalia's forget-me-nots had come up as little green shoots a few days prior, and she'd continued to care for them just as lovingly as ever. No, apparently it would take another year for the flowers themselves to show their petals, a fact that had disappointed the Luminary when she'd learned it. It didn't matter so much in the grand scheme of things, of course - the little green sprouts were enough, she thought, to be considered 'creating life' in Vi's eyes. But somehow, the little flowers had become something symbolic; if she raised them properly, they'd bloom, and so, too, would her relationship with Koa.
It was still something of a mystery even to Soh where she stood with the Dragoon. They were friends, of course, but there were little moments where she could almost swear that the right words, the right look, might send them down a path of something more. What was more confusing, though, was whether or not she wanted that - wanted him. And while the simple answer was a resounding yes, there was nothing about their relationship - or lack thereof - that could be considered simple.
So she pined. She spent her days in the Greatwood caring for her forget-me-nots, searching for roses on the off chance that she'd luck into more than one, and missing her friends. Not just Koa, she insisted to herself, but Flora, and Tal, and everyone else who had come to mean so much to her. It was strange in the Greatwood; she found herself in a self-imposed exile, and she couldn't say that she was particularly enjoying the experience.
On this particular morning, she'd taken her little pot out to the picnic table where she'd first planted the seeds, set it in a patch of sunlight, and taken out her journal if only to give herself something to do. She'd piled her hair messily atop her head, and she sat comfortably on the bench, her journal half in her lap and half on the table as she studied the sprouts before her, her gaze jumping from shoots to page as she tried to capture the little in-between plants in charcoal. She was, for the moment, entirely focused on the task she'd set herself, and the world around her had temporarily ceased to exist.
Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
