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?
To be allowed the space to grieve, and to be bitter, and to be angry, if she wanted to be, was something that Soh had not allowed even herself in the weeks since everything she'd thought she'd known had come crashing down. She was supposed to be gracious. Supportive. Always present to lend a hand with a smile on her face. But here, now, she felt all that she wasn't meant to, and it threatened to pull her under.
So instead of drowning, the Luminary opted for levity. "You're being very wise and benevolent this evening," she teased, propping herself up on her elbow to reach for the lantern. With it lit, now she supposed she was supposed to simply wait. "Very demigod of you - if you ever had any desire for that sort of thing, you're getting good practice." And then she winked.
Moths began to flutter around the lantern, drawing Soh's eye, but she largely ignored them. There was probably some metaphor for her life - being drawn over and over to some flame or other, only to end up burned - but she wasn't interested in examining it at the moment. Not when Flora was determined to have such fun. "Oh, can you imagine being able to change your appearance at will?" she asked, laughing in a way that made it clear she was only half joking. "I mean, why stop at hair color? Why not a whole disguise?"
Still laughing, she squeezed Flora's hand. "Deal. Anything you want, I'm down."
So instead of drowning, the Luminary opted for levity. "You're being very wise and benevolent this evening," she teased, propping herself up on her elbow to reach for the lantern. With it lit, now she supposed she was supposed to simply wait. "Very demigod of you - if you ever had any desire for that sort of thing, you're getting good practice." And then she winked.
Moths began to flutter around the lantern, drawing Soh's eye, but she largely ignored them. There was probably some metaphor for her life - being drawn over and over to some flame or other, only to end up burned - but she wasn't interested in examining it at the moment. Not when Flora was determined to have such fun. "Oh, can you imagine being able to change your appearance at will?" she asked, laughing in a way that made it clear she was only half joking. "I mean, why stop at hair color? Why not a whole disguise?"
Still laughing, she squeezed Flora's hand. "Deal. Anything you want, I'm down."
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.
