it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sohalia glanced away as the other Attuned began to shift. There was something strangely intimate about watching someone go through the change, and she took the moment to close her journal and tuck it safely away in her bag. When she looked up again, a rugged man sat on the branch across from her, his lanky legs draping over the edge of the branch, rubbing a hand over his face. Sohalia realized with a start that the man had strange scars dancing along his hand and another scar across an eyebrow, and she swallowed hard. Perhaps this was not the first time the man had done something as silly as run into a tree.
She returned her gaze to the man's steel blue eyes to avoid the urge to stare at his scars. She'd never met someone that looked or sounded quite like him before. It was intriguing.
Her eyebrows knit together as the man spoke. "There's no need," she said with a bright smile. "Stay as long as you want. I'm Sohalia, by the way," she added belatedly. "Sohalia Lumaris."
She returned her gaze to the man's steel blue eyes to avoid the urge to stare at his scars. She'd never met someone that looked or sounded quite like him before. It was intriguing.
Her eyebrows knit together as the man spoke. "There's no need," she said with a bright smile. "Stay as long as you want. I'm Sohalia, by the way," she added belatedly. "Sohalia Lumaris."
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
