it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sohalia was growing weary. She'd wandered through the Greatwood for some time now, and yet she felt no more settled than she had when she'd started out. It was a restlessness she couldn't quite describe, and had no interest in analyzing for fear of what it might uncover. And so she simply continued wandering. But all that travel was exhausting, and she found herself wishing for a place to lay her head, if even for a short while.
She mostly walked from place to place, perhaps hitching a ride on a wagon from time to time. But she had never ridden a horse, and so when she found herself in King's End, confronted with a band of beautiful ponies, she was a tad bit nervous. They were so much bigger than she'd realized, and she was just one young woman.
So preoccupied with the horses roaming towards her was she that she didn't notice the man riding the unicorn. If she had, she might have hoped that he wouldn't gore her with the unicorn's horn. As it was, she merely gaped at the ponies, afraid to move for fear of moving the wrong way somehow, and afraid to stay still for fear of being in the way.
She mostly walked from place to place, perhaps hitching a ride on a wagon from time to time. But she had never ridden a horse, and so when she found herself in King's End, confronted with a band of beautiful ponies, she was a tad bit nervous. They were so much bigger than she'd realized, and she was just one young woman.
So preoccupied with the horses roaming towards her was she that she didn't notice the man riding the unicorn. If she had, she might have hoped that he wouldn't gore her with the unicorn's horn. As it was, she merely gaped at the ponies, afraid to move for fear of moving the wrong way somehow, and afraid to stay still for fear of being in the way.
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
