Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey
Gone are the days of milk and honey
Soh burst into laughter, shooting a sheepish look at Zavien even as he playfully bumped her shoulder. "No, probably not," she said. "If it tastes too much like coffee, I probably won't like it. I'm more of a 'would you like some coffee with your creamer' kind of girl. It's different with something like tiramisu," she added. "Where there's something sweet to cut the bitterness." Hence drowning her coffee in added sweeteners.
Their spot on the hill was lovely and blessedly deserted. Soh could only imagine what a place like this so close to town would look like on a nice summer day. She pointed out the distant eastern horizon, smiling at Zavien's chuckle. "I wouldn't be a very good cartographer if I couldn't find a cardinal direction," she explained as she helped to lay out blankets. It didn't take long before their midnight picnic was all laid out, and Soh happily settled onto the blankets, setting her bag in her lap as she started to rummage for her journal and a pen.
Opening to a blank page, Soh smoothed a hand over the paper, suddenly self-conscious. She usually just doodled, or sketched out portions of a map, or made notes on local flora and fauna. To write out something important to her was another thing entirely, and she suddenly found herself blanking on what to write. Instead, she began to idly sketch out a dragon that looked remarkably like Sol in the margin.
Their spot on the hill was lovely and blessedly deserted. Soh could only imagine what a place like this so close to town would look like on a nice summer day. She pointed out the distant eastern horizon, smiling at Zavien's chuckle. "I wouldn't be a very good cartographer if I couldn't find a cardinal direction," she explained as she helped to lay out blankets. It didn't take long before their midnight picnic was all laid out, and Soh happily settled onto the blankets, setting her bag in her lap as she started to rummage for her journal and a pen.
Opening to a blank page, Soh smoothed a hand over the paper, suddenly self-conscious. She usually just doodled, or sketched out portions of a map, or made notes on local flora and fauna. To write out something important to her was another thing entirely, and she suddenly found herself blanking on what to write. Instead, she began to idly sketch out a dragon that looked remarkably like Sol in the margin.
Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
