Like any great love, it keeps you guessing
It was strange; that, Soh would freely admit. And while she was glad that some parts remained, albeit altered, it still ached deep in her heart, where she would always carry the floating city and all the memories she'd made there. She wondered if, someday, visiting wouldn't be quite so hard. After all, it was in the shattered remnants of the region that she had found Anani, and she wouldn't trade her companion for the world. But that, too, had been tainted by grief: Tarak's memory, cherished as he had been, lingered in the shadows, making it difficult for Soh to imagine caring for another companion the way she had for her first.
But Deimos was right. For better or worse, her memories - and the memories of others - would keep the city alive, and that had to count for something.
As for writing about it, Soh snorted. I'm more of an artist than a writer, she said drily. We did manage to save some relics and things, so... there's something to remember the region by. It was better than nothing, even if it did little, in her mind, to replace what had been lost.
But Deimos was right. For better or worse, her memories - and the memories of others - would keep the city alive, and that had to count for something.
As for writing about it, Soh snorted. I'm more of an artist than a writer, she said drily. We did manage to save some relics and things, so... there's something to remember the region by. It was better than nothing, even if it did little, in her mind, to replace what had been lost.
Like any real love, it's ever-changing
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
