He jokes that it's heroin but this time with an "E"
Nervous anticipation hummed in Soh's veins as she waited in the lobby of her favorite Torchline spa, doing her best not to fidget or pace. The walls were a cool, calming blue the color of the sea, accented with white furniture and gold fixtures that, combined, gave the place a touch of luxury. Soh had always liked this place because it was nice without being uppity, the staff had always been friendly, and the massages were divine.
Today, though, Soh was unnerved. Between her pregnancy, Colt's perceived threat, the drama with Kaisel, and her decision to move to King's End, she wasn't sure what to expect from Flora. Certainly, Soh herself had felt many emotions in the past days, amplified by the pregnancy hormones rushing through her system. She wasn't sure she'd ever cried quite as much as she had in recent weeks, and it was beginning to get annoying - particularly when the tears came from a place of frustration rather than sadness.
In any case, Soh sat on a white couch, not quite lounging, but as relaxed as she reasonably could be, given the circumstances. She sipped on a glass of water with a few slices of fruit floating within, rather than her customary glass of white wine. When Flora got here, they would be escorted to their private waiting room, as was the norm for the queen of Torchline and her best friend. There, Soh hoped they could talk - really talk - before sinking into blissful oblivion.
Today, though, Soh was unnerved. Between her pregnancy, Colt's perceived threat, the drama with Kaisel, and her decision to move to King's End, she wasn't sure what to expect from Flora. Certainly, Soh herself had felt many emotions in the past days, amplified by the pregnancy hormones rushing through her system. She wasn't sure she'd ever cried quite as much as she had in recent weeks, and it was beginning to get annoying - particularly when the tears came from a place of frustration rather than sadness.
In any case, Soh sat on a white couch, not quite lounging, but as relaxed as she reasonably could be, given the circumstances. She sipped on a glass of water with a few slices of fruit floating within, rather than her customary glass of white wine. When Flora got here, they would be escorted to their private waiting room, as was the norm for the queen of Torchline and her best friend. There, Soh hoped they could talk - really talk - before sinking into blissful oblivion.
Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
