Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Maybe it was the time spent in cycles of rebirth herself, but Soh had a healthy respect for the circle of life. Springtime was her favorite - new beginnings and all that - but she was all too aware that each season had its place, that one could not exist without the others. And there was something oddly beautiful about Leafchange, despite all the death and decay that followed in Mathair's wake. With the brilliant, flaming colors, Soh had to imagine that the deity knew how to go out with a bang.
"It is," Soh agreed. "But you're right. People don't want to see the ugly side of life, but where would we be without it?" Strangely philosophical talk, for a rancher and a cartographer, but Soh wasn't complaining. It was simply what she'd learned in her life - there was always a give and take, just as Colt had said.
"I prefer wildflowers, too. They're so pretty, and I like that they feed the pollinators." Manicured lawns might look nice, but there was something about fields of flowers that made Soh's heart sing. With a grin, she added, "Weeds are hardy. I like that they can survive so much and still grow." A metaphor for life if ever there was one.
Fortunately, Colt seemed to have found her strength, and Soh smiled to hear the resolution in her friend's voice. What surprised her, though, was the invitation - she hadn't been planning on going to Hak Etme any time soon, intending to split her time between Torchline and King's End. "Me?" she asked stupidly, raising her brows. "I... how long will your trip be?" Maybe Soh could squeeze it in. Anything to support her friend.
"It is," Soh agreed. "But you're right. People don't want to see the ugly side of life, but where would we be without it?" Strangely philosophical talk, for a rancher and a cartographer, but Soh wasn't complaining. It was simply what she'd learned in her life - there was always a give and take, just as Colt had said.
"I prefer wildflowers, too. They're so pretty, and I like that they feed the pollinators." Manicured lawns might look nice, but there was something about fields of flowers that made Soh's heart sing. With a grin, she added, "Weeds are hardy. I like that they can survive so much and still grow." A metaphor for life if ever there was one.
Fortunately, Colt seemed to have found her strength, and Soh smiled to hear the resolution in her friend's voice. What surprised her, though, was the invitation - she hadn't been planning on going to Hak Etme any time soon, intending to split her time between Torchline and King's End. "Me?" she asked stupidly, raising her brows. "I... how long will your trip be?" Maybe Soh could squeeze it in. Anything to support her friend.
the Luminary
'Cause your heart has a lack of colour and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone
That we'd grow up sooner or later 'cause we wasted all our free time alone
code stolen from sky who stole it from odd
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
