it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sunjata was an interesting man. That much was easy for Sohalia to see. Covered in scars and tattoos, he was rather unlike anyone else Sohalia had ever met. She regarded him with scarcely contained curiosity - and perhaps a tinge of wariness. She was never one to judge a book by its cover and, never having heard of Sunjata, she had no reason to be nervous. Still, he was a strange man in a strange land, and she was all alone.
Despite her nerves, a thousand questions about him and his life peppered her mind, and she had to suppress the urge to ask every one all at once. It wasn't any of her business how he got his scars, after all. "It's nice to meet you, Sunjata," she said brightly, determined to see the best in her new companion and completely oblivious to the fact that she was speaking with a demi-god. Sohalia was young and naive, with very little knowledge of the world outside of what she'd read in books in the Greatwood's Undercroft. It was, perhaps, why she was willing to overlook the ruggedness of the man before her and trust that he would do her no harm.
"What brings you to the Oerwoud? Have you ever been before?" she asked.
Despite her nerves, a thousand questions about him and his life peppered her mind, and she had to suppress the urge to ask every one all at once. It wasn't any of her business how he got his scars, after all. "It's nice to meet you, Sunjata," she said brightly, determined to see the best in her new companion and completely oblivious to the fact that she was speaking with a demi-god. Sohalia was young and naive, with very little knowledge of the world outside of what she'd read in books in the Greatwood's Undercroft. It was, perhaps, why she was willing to overlook the ruggedness of the man before her and trust that he would do her no harm.
"What brings you to the Oerwoud? Have you ever been before?" she asked.
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
