knowing I can't turn the rain into sun any more
Grinning at Colt's praise, Soh lifted her glass in a mock cheers. In truth, she was just glad to have delivered something that the rancher liked; margaritas were not her strong suit, and she had to wonder if perhaps the house spirits had helped in that regard. She knew from firsthand experience that they made a mean cocktail.
Her smile faded with Colt's inhale, turning to a frown as the rancher began to explain - and what she heard had her staring at her friend with empathy and understanding. Soh could understand all too well what it was like to lose one's home - but at least she'd had time to save bits and pieces of hers. The framed maps that decorated her shop. Her favorite set of drafting supplies. Almost her entire closet, packed away in boxes and crates and shipped to Wildering House, where it would be safe. Colt hadn't been afforded that luxury, and for the first time, Soh counted herself lucky to have survived Stormbreak's fall with more than just the clothes on her back.
She was off her barstool and at Colt's side in seconds, wrapping a comforting arm around the rancher's shoulders, leaning her cheek against the top of Colt's wig. "I'm so sorry," she said. There was nothing she could offer, she knew, to make this better, to make the hurt lessen. Nothing except space and time to grieve, and if that was all she could do, then she'd sit with Colt for as long as the woman needed to start to put herself back together again.
Her smile faded with Colt's inhale, turning to a frown as the rancher began to explain - and what she heard had her staring at her friend with empathy and understanding. Soh could understand all too well what it was like to lose one's home - but at least she'd had time to save bits and pieces of hers. The framed maps that decorated her shop. Her favorite set of drafting supplies. Almost her entire closet, packed away in boxes and crates and shipped to Wildering House, where it would be safe. Colt hadn't been afforded that luxury, and for the first time, Soh counted herself lucky to have survived Stormbreak's fall with more than just the clothes on her back.
She was off her barstool and at Colt's side in seconds, wrapping a comforting arm around the rancher's shoulders, leaning her cheek against the top of Colt's wig. "I'm so sorry," she said. There was nothing she could offer, she knew, to make this better, to make the hurt lessen. Nothing except space and time to grieve, and if that was all she could do, then she'd sit with Colt for as long as the woman needed to start to put herself back together again.
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
