Sohalia
Say my name
And every color illuminates
And every color illuminates
"Aww, thanks!" Soh said, blushing faintly pink at the praise. "It's easy hanging out with you, too." And she meant it - it was a different kind of ease than that with which she hung out with, say, Flora, but it was a kind of simplicity that Soh was coming to appreciate more and more. Perhaps it was that she and Zavien understood the weight of all they had sacrificed for Stormbreak in a way that no one else could, because no one else had fought so hard for their region and still lost in the end. And even when that wasn't what their conversation centered around, there was a camaraderie there that couldn't be denied.
Or maybe it was just that they were really quite similar, when it came down to it. Soh wasn't sure she really cared at present.
She giggled and screeched as Zavien stole another bite from her ice cream, attempting to spin playfully away and failing miserably. Then, when he offered his own, she snagged another spoonful before sticking her tongue out at him.
Her hopes and dreams were laid out before them, and as Zavien admitted that he wasn't really sure where he fit, either, Soh's eyes widened with realization. Maybe she didn't have to have it all figured out right now. Maybe it made Zavien truly brave, to try even though he wasn't certain about any of it. He was building a home in a place that hadn't yet stolen his heart. She'd never really tried that approach, and she wondered what results it would yield if she just picked a place and... tried.
"Maybe it will," she agreed. "Or maybe it's useless to worry so much about it. Maybe we need to just pick a place and start - like you're doing here." Maybe it would start to feel like home naturally, if they just gave it a chance.
When they stopped in front of a house, Soh paused to survey the outside. It was small, but that was nothing to turn one's nose up at. It was a pretty yellow that felt like a not-so-subtle nod to his title as the Risen Sun, but it didn't feel like too much at all. Instead, it felt like a warm invitation - like Zavien's hand reaching out to welcome her personally to his home.
The inside was welcoming, if a bit bare; the collected furniture was clearly well-loved, but somehow that made the space homey in a way that the lack of decor did not. Soh paused inside, turning slowly on her heel as though to take in as much of the room as she could before offering an opinion. "This is really nice, Zavien," she told him. "I love how much light you get." That was always a must-have for her - bright, but preferably indirect sunlight was best for her art.
And yet... there was something missing that Soh couldn't quite put her finger on. The space was beautiful, the furniture comfortable, but something was off. It was as though anyone could have lived here, not just Zavien. There was nothing about the space to indicate who it belonged to. "I'm going to paint you something," she announced. "And you have to promise to hang it up somewhere in here." She spun to settle her silver eyes on him, her free hand on her hip, everything about her insistent. "You need something on the walls that makes it yours."
Or maybe it was just that they were really quite similar, when it came down to it. Soh wasn't sure she really cared at present.
She giggled and screeched as Zavien stole another bite from her ice cream, attempting to spin playfully away and failing miserably. Then, when he offered his own, she snagged another spoonful before sticking her tongue out at him.
Her hopes and dreams were laid out before them, and as Zavien admitted that he wasn't really sure where he fit, either, Soh's eyes widened with realization. Maybe she didn't have to have it all figured out right now. Maybe it made Zavien truly brave, to try even though he wasn't certain about any of it. He was building a home in a place that hadn't yet stolen his heart. She'd never really tried that approach, and she wondered what results it would yield if she just picked a place and... tried.
"Maybe it will," she agreed. "Or maybe it's useless to worry so much about it. Maybe we need to just pick a place and start - like you're doing here." Maybe it would start to feel like home naturally, if they just gave it a chance.
When they stopped in front of a house, Soh paused to survey the outside. It was small, but that was nothing to turn one's nose up at. It was a pretty yellow that felt like a not-so-subtle nod to his title as the Risen Sun, but it didn't feel like too much at all. Instead, it felt like a warm invitation - like Zavien's hand reaching out to welcome her personally to his home.
The inside was welcoming, if a bit bare; the collected furniture was clearly well-loved, but somehow that made the space homey in a way that the lack of decor did not. Soh paused inside, turning slowly on her heel as though to take in as much of the room as she could before offering an opinion. "This is really nice, Zavien," she told him. "I love how much light you get." That was always a must-have for her - bright, but preferably indirect sunlight was best for her art.
And yet... there was something missing that Soh couldn't quite put her finger on. The space was beautiful, the furniture comfortable, but something was off. It was as though anyone could have lived here, not just Zavien. There was nothing about the space to indicate who it belonged to. "I'm going to paint you something," she announced. "And you have to promise to hang it up somewhere in here." She spun to settle her silver eyes on him, her free hand on her hip, everything about her insistent. "You need something on the walls that makes it yours."
We are shining
And we will never be afraid again
And we will never be afraid again
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
