Moved by a sudden impulse

Sohalia

Say my name
And every color illuminates

Soh laughed. "Poor Anani might murder us all in our sleep," she commented, eyes dancing with mirth. What made the statement even funnier was that the cloud wyrm didn't have a violent bone in her body; the creature was the embodiment of peace and goodwill. It had taken Soh some time to get used to such a serene companion; Tarak had been nothing like her, but that was a blessing, in a way. They were each their own unique individuals in her mind, neither there to replace or outrank the other.

Soh took a step away from the wall, tilting her head as she surveyed her canvas. "I'm definitely up for it," she assured Zavien. "But I don't have any supplies, so painting will have to wait for next time." It was easy to assume that there would be a next time right now, when everything seemed to flow so easily between the pair of them. Soh couldn't remember being this at ease around someone in... well, a long time. Particularly not a man.

"Please," Soh giggled, Zavien's imposing figure softened by the playful gleam in his eyes. "Like they'd ever even get past Sol." The little dragon would be as protective as his bonded, she was sure, especially since she fully intended to include his likeness in her planned artwork. Then Soh's gaze turned playful. "Buuuut just as a matter of curiosity, please do demonstrate how you'd be willing to defend my masterpiece."

We are shining
And we will never be afraid again