Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
The silence stretched - not uncomfortable, but patient. Soh watched the waterfall, tilting her head back to try to see the top, but as the sun had set, visibility had waned, until it looked like the falls were drifting away into nothingness. It was almost completely dark now, and Soh realized that if she was to fulfill her quest, she would need to light her one lantern soon. But not yet - not in the midst of such a deep conversation, one that she wanted to be present for. Still, that desire didn't make it any easier to put her feelings into words, and after a moment of trying, she flopped back onto the blanket with a sigh, golden hair spread about her head like a dim halo in the last dying light of the sun.
"I feel like... like I'm trapped in someone else's life, and I can't figure out how to get out and find my own." She frowned up at the dark sky, eyes tracing the last lines of the waterfall that she could see before it faded into the inky purple. "And then I feel guilty, because there's a lot that I should be grateful for. But..." The words stuck in her throat. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, except... she was. Nothing had turned out the way she'd planned, and she'd never given herself the option to grieve for that loss.
"I just can't help feeling like I'm on autopilot. Like I'm surviving, and for a while that's been good enough, because everything had gone to shit in the world. But now things are better for everyone, and that should mean things are better for me, too, except I feel... flat."
"I feel like... like I'm trapped in someone else's life, and I can't figure out how to get out and find my own." She frowned up at the dark sky, eyes tracing the last lines of the waterfall that she could see before it faded into the inky purple. "And then I feel guilty, because there's a lot that I should be grateful for. But..." The words stuck in her throat. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, except... she was. Nothing had turned out the way she'd planned, and she'd never given herself the option to grieve for that loss.
"I just can't help feeling like I'm on autopilot. Like I'm surviving, and for a while that's been good enough, because everything had gone to shit in the world. But now things are better for everyone, and that should mean things are better for me, too, except I feel... flat."
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
