just you and me, dancing in a daydream; just you and me, lost in the clouds
Despite her condition - and the horrific symptoms that had accompanied it - Soh had done her best to contribute in whatever small ways she could. Ironically, perhaps, one of the things she'd taken it upon herself to do was to learn a few basic meals that she could prepare without burning either the food or the house down. Did that mean that she'd spent the past several weeks fighting through food aversions and sudden bouts of nausea to be able to cook a few bowls of spaghetti or a grilled cheese sandwich? Absolutely. Did she regret a moment? Absolutely not.
As the season wore on, her morning sickness had waned and the fatigue had lessened. Though she still struggled with the occasional headache, it was, all in all, an improvement. And with LongNight coming up quickly, Soh knew she would need to be able to function in the two weeks of darkness that would blanket Caido - and put Zavien into what she could only guess would be a protective, anxious mode that she would do her best to soothe.
As it happened, she had one idea that might make LongNight marginally less frightening - but she suspected that Zavien wasn't going to like it one bit.
The door swung open, a burst of cold air invading the otherwise warm house. Soh turned from where she'd been stirring a pot of noodles to smile invitingly at Zavien, her expression softening as his obvious worry bled through his words. Setting down the spoon, she crossed the room to slot herself expertly into his arms, nuzzling against his chest and breathing him in. "You've done plenty," she murmured. "Come get warm. I was just making some pasta -"
Just then, the smell of something burning had Soh yelping, hurrying from Zavien's arms to the oven, from which she hastily retrieved what she'd hoped would be bread to go along with the spaghetti she was attempting to make. As it turned out, making the pasta was one skill, but making bread to go along with it - and trying to do it all at the same time - was another entirely. Her cheeks flamed red as she set the pan of burnt bread down. "I really thought I had the timing down this time!" she explained, not quite sure whether to laugh or to cry at her mistake. At least the pasta would probably be okay.
As the season wore on, her morning sickness had waned and the fatigue had lessened. Though she still struggled with the occasional headache, it was, all in all, an improvement. And with LongNight coming up quickly, Soh knew she would need to be able to function in the two weeks of darkness that would blanket Caido - and put Zavien into what she could only guess would be a protective, anxious mode that she would do her best to soothe.
As it happened, she had one idea that might make LongNight marginally less frightening - but she suspected that Zavien wasn't going to like it one bit.
The door swung open, a burst of cold air invading the otherwise warm house. Soh turned from where she'd been stirring a pot of noodles to smile invitingly at Zavien, her expression softening as his obvious worry bled through his words. Setting down the spoon, she crossed the room to slot herself expertly into his arms, nuzzling against his chest and breathing him in. "You've done plenty," she murmured. "Come get warm. I was just making some pasta -"
Just then, the smell of something burning had Soh yelping, hurrying from Zavien's arms to the oven, from which she hastily retrieved what she'd hoped would be bread to go along with the spaghetti she was attempting to make. As it turned out, making the pasta was one skill, but making bread to go along with it - and trying to do it all at the same time - was another entirely. Her cheeks flamed red as she set the pan of burnt bread down. "I really thought I had the timing down this time!" she explained, not quite sure whether to laugh or to cry at her mistake. At least the pasta would probably be okay.
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
