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
Listening to Zavien talk about their shared homeland was something that brought a smile to Soh’s face - a little sad, perhaps, but no less genuine for the emotion in it. There was fondness there, affection even, as she considered for the first time what a younger Zavien might have been like - feeding stray cats, becoming a Dragoon, bonding with Sol; of the memories he listed, Soh could relate in some way to most of them, and had it not been so horrendously hot, she might have looped an arm companionably through his just because their shared grief had forged a new level to their relationship. They were no longer simply colleagues; they were friends, too. ”We can make as big a memorial as we want,” she said, and hoped fervently that her words would hold true.
As for her own memories, Soh’s smile turned nostalgic as she thought back. ”It’s hard to choose just one,” she laughed. ”I’m not from here originally; I moved years ago, after I left the Hollowed Grounds. I’ll always remember the first time I stopped foot in Stormbreak. It was so big, and there were so many people, and I remember thinking there was so much grey stone - but there was color, too, in all the places no one really thought to look. I think that was my favorite part - finding all the hidden pieces of the city.
“But my favorite memory?” she mused, humming thoughtfully as she considered. ”Probably the day I met Koa. I was minding my own business and there he was, standing at the edge of the city with Pip, acting like he was going to toss his poor dragon off the edge. To ‘teach her to fly,’ he said, but I remember I was so upset. Can you imagine?” She laughed again, the sound lighter now. It had been ages since she’d thought back to that day, to being that girl, to how innocent and wonderful and perfect everything had felt. ”Anyway, he ended up showing me this little restaurant, a real hole-in-the-wall place, and it had the best view off the side of the cliffs. It’s still my favorite restaurant.”
Her throat closed briefly as she remembered, suddenly and vividly, that it would no longer exist in a few weeks’ time. Clearing her throat, Soh glanced at Zavien. ”But I think that was the day that I realized that I wanted to be here. Because when I looked out over the clouds, it just… clicked, I guess, that this was home.” Not because of Koa, but because of this place. Maybe the fact that Koa was a part of that story was why she’d had such a hard time letting him go.
As for her own memories, Soh’s smile turned nostalgic as she thought back. ”It’s hard to choose just one,” she laughed. ”I’m not from here originally; I moved years ago, after I left the Hollowed Grounds. I’ll always remember the first time I stopped foot in Stormbreak. It was so big, and there were so many people, and I remember thinking there was so much grey stone - but there was color, too, in all the places no one really thought to look. I think that was my favorite part - finding all the hidden pieces of the city.
“But my favorite memory?” she mused, humming thoughtfully as she considered. ”Probably the day I met Koa. I was minding my own business and there he was, standing at the edge of the city with Pip, acting like he was going to toss his poor dragon off the edge. To ‘teach her to fly,’ he said, but I remember I was so upset. Can you imagine?” She laughed again, the sound lighter now. It had been ages since she’d thought back to that day, to being that girl, to how innocent and wonderful and perfect everything had felt. ”Anyway, he ended up showing me this little restaurant, a real hole-in-the-wall place, and it had the best view off the side of the cliffs. It’s still my favorite restaurant.”
Her throat closed briefly as she remembered, suddenly and vividly, that it would no longer exist in a few weeks’ time. Clearing her throat, Soh glanced at Zavien. ”But I think that was the day that I realized that I wanted to be here. Because when I looked out over the clouds, it just… clicked, I guess, that this was home.” Not because of Koa, but because of this place. Maybe the fact that Koa was a part of that story was why she’d had such a hard time letting him go.
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.
