[SE] find a way to lay it amongst the roots

Sohalia

I wanna be your last first love

Soh regarded their work with pleasure. Their immediate area was now bathed in a soft, warm glow that dispelled some of the lingering chill of the rain, even if only in her mind. It felt less spooky now, at least. She hoped that the Mathair would approve.

Zavien stepped up to wrap his arms around her from behind, and Soh leaned into him gladly, layering her hands atop his. She tilted her head, craning her neck to place a kiss on his cheek. "Hmm," she said, thinking. She rather liked the idea of a necklace of some kind, so that her heartbeat could keep time with his, beating against his chest where he would always feel her in the spot where she belonged. But she also knew that he might have preferences of his own. A ring might be more pragmatic: less likely than a chain to be broken, easier to protect during sparring.

Twisting in his arms, Soh turned to face him, looping her arms loosely around his neck. "I like the idea of a necklace," she admitted. "Something that could stay close to your heart. But a ring would work, too. Do you have any preference? You'll be the one wearing it."

Till you're lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide