[o] [SE] everything that we should be

To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed

It was incredible, really, how quickly Stormbreak became a hive of activity after its cleansing was completed. Pacifist Plaza, in particular, recovered almost before Sohalia's eyes, its merchants returning to offer their wares from shop windows and outdoor stalls and even the occasional cart and donkey. She might have enjoyed the city's revitalization, had she not been burdened with Tarak's death - every day now was a challenge to get through - but she was determined that it wouldn't stop her from doing what needed to be done.

So she'd set out this morning on an errand to gather fabric: one piece for the armor she was working on for Frey, and one piece for the Ludo costume that apparently was going to be all the rage this season. There was a merchant she knew from the old days in Stormbreak, back before everything had gone to shit, and she was hoping they were still where she remembered them being.

The Luminary made her way through the plaza towards a storefront on the north side, pausing at a stall to purchase an apple fritter. Pausing to sit on a bench and eat her breakfast, her silver gaze roamed over the crowds that littered the Plaza even this early in the day.

You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'

Sohalia