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
As Soh alternated between writing and doodling, Anani coasted down from the sky to land at her side, curling up in a little ball beside her on the blanket. Soon the little cloud wyrm had joined Zavien in sleep, leaving just Soh and Sol to stand guard. Soh smiled at the dragon, offering a quick scratch on the head before she went back to her work.
This continued for a time, during which Soh felt utterly peaceful. Every now and then, she would glance over at Zavien, whose features were soft with sleep; she would admire him in the starlight, her gaze ghosting over his relaxed face, before returning to her journaling. Eventually, she ran out of things to write about. Stifling a yawn, she leaned back, stretching her arms out behind her as she tilted her head up to the starry sky. It was somehow still clear, and she marveled in the clarity of the stars.
A particularly harsh snore made her jump, her head swiveling to regard Zavien as he stirred in his sleep. Nearby, some animal or other must have been similarly startled; the grasses rustled, a stick cracking underfoot as it scurried off to some other, quieter location. Setting her journal aside for the moment, Soh shifted to lay back against the blankets, moving so that her arm pressed against Zavien's. Instead of studying the stars, though, she took a moment just to watch him, content regardless of if he woke or fell back into his peaceful sleep.
This continued for a time, during which Soh felt utterly peaceful. Every now and then, she would glance over at Zavien, whose features were soft with sleep; she would admire him in the starlight, her gaze ghosting over his relaxed face, before returning to her journaling. Eventually, she ran out of things to write about. Stifling a yawn, she leaned back, stretching her arms out behind her as she tilted her head up to the starry sky. It was somehow still clear, and she marveled in the clarity of the stars.
A particularly harsh snore made her jump, her head swiveling to regard Zavien as he stirred in his sleep. Nearby, some animal or other must have been similarly startled; the grasses rustled, a stick cracking underfoot as it scurried off to some other, quieter location. Setting her journal aside for the moment, Soh shifted to lay back against the blankets, moving so that her arm pressed against Zavien's. Instead of studying the stars, though, she took a moment just to watch him, content regardless of if he woke or fell back into his peaceful sleep.
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.
