Sohalia
Say my name
And every color illuminates
And every color illuminates
Whatever he wanted to call it - starting or waiting - Soh had to admire it. He was doing something, while all she'd been doing was sitting around pining for a time that was long since gone. Whatever she did next, she decided, it would be action - not more moping around. Things had been bad, yes, but they were looking up now. She had a second chance at living the life that she wanted to built. No more wasting it.
”Have they been this generous with everyone?” she asked, curious now. It was one thing to give something to the previous Commander, and another thing entirely to give to a random citizen. Soh had to wonder how far the Enders’ generosity stretched. Of course, if it was anything like in Torchline, the evacuees were well provided for. ”It’s been nice, seeing everyone come together to help. Kind of restored my faith in people, you know?”
And then she was sassing him, and however playful it was, she meant it, too. Raising her spoon to tap her lower lip, she considered. ”Wellllll… maybe a painting of Sol,” she began. ”But that feels a little obvious. So… hmm. I think a landscape. It’s King’s End, so we need to capture the hills. Beautiful rolling hills at… sunrise!” She gasped, excited, the painting already taking form in her mind, beautiful, cheerful, enduring - like Zavien himself. ”It would be symbolic of your new life. The sun rising on new opportunities.”
”Have they been this generous with everyone?” she asked, curious now. It was one thing to give something to the previous Commander, and another thing entirely to give to a random citizen. Soh had to wonder how far the Enders’ generosity stretched. Of course, if it was anything like in Torchline, the evacuees were well provided for. ”It’s been nice, seeing everyone come together to help. Kind of restored my faith in people, you know?”
And then she was sassing him, and however playful it was, she meant it, too. Raising her spoon to tap her lower lip, she considered. ”Wellllll… maybe a painting of Sol,” she began. ”But that feels a little obvious. So… hmm. I think a landscape. It’s King’s End, so we need to capture the hills. Beautiful rolling hills at… sunrise!” She gasped, excited, the painting already taking form in her mind, beautiful, cheerful, enduring - like Zavien himself. ”It would be symbolic of your new life. The sun rising on new opportunities.”
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.
