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
Maybe, if Sohalia hadn't been so engrossed in her sketching, she might have heard Koa's approach. Maybe then his voice wouldn't have had her heart skipping a beat and her hand flying across the page, smearing a dark line off the edge. She looked up so quickly that she nearly dropped her journal, her cheeks warming even as her face lit up, happy to see him and, for a moment, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to have missed him quite so much.
Koa looked good - but then, he always did, didn't he? - and she struggled to find something even remotely charming to say as he turned his attention to her journal. "Oh, um, just some sketches," she stammered, offering it to him to inspect before she could think about just what all she had doodled amongst its pages. "Mostly plants and animals. I, um, I use them to annotate my maps." She was a good artist; the flora and fauna within the pages of her sketchbook were realistic and charming. Some, like the birds of the Greatwood, she'd managed to draw in near-perfect detail, since she was able to compel them to sit with her. Others, like the elusive tudalopus, were more whimsical depictions.
A sudden memory brought heat back to her cheeks, and she turned a brilliant red as she tried to figure out how to surreptitiously get the journal back without drawing too much attention to the fact that she was hiding something. Please don't turn the page, please don't turn the page - If he flipped one or two pages, he'd find sketches of the Greatwood's plants and animals - nothing to be concerned about. But it he flipped too far, he'd find a half-finished sketch of himself, something that Soh had doodled here and there when she had nothing else to occupy her mind. And while it was just a normal headshot, it was still a drawing of him. In her journal. Where it arguably had no right to be.
Koa looked good - but then, he always did, didn't he? - and she struggled to find something even remotely charming to say as he turned his attention to her journal. "Oh, um, just some sketches," she stammered, offering it to him to inspect before she could think about just what all she had doodled amongst its pages. "Mostly plants and animals. I, um, I use them to annotate my maps." She was a good artist; the flora and fauna within the pages of her sketchbook were realistic and charming. Some, like the birds of the Greatwood, she'd managed to draw in near-perfect detail, since she was able to compel them to sit with her. Others, like the elusive tudalopus, were more whimsical depictions.
A sudden memory brought heat back to her cheeks, and she turned a brilliant red as she tried to figure out how to surreptitiously get the journal back without drawing too much attention to the fact that she was hiding something. Please don't turn the page, please don't turn the page - If he flipped one or two pages, he'd find sketches of the Greatwood's plants and animals - nothing to be concerned about. But it he flipped too far, he'd find a half-finished sketch of himself, something that Soh had doodled here and there when she had nothing else to occupy her mind. And while it was just a normal headshot, it was still a drawing of him. In her journal. Where it arguably had no right to be.
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.
