Sohalia Lumaris
Having been given a rather thorough tour by Sunjata, Sohalia had elected to stay in King's End for a few days, the better to put her memories down on paper and craft some maps and artwork to sell back home. So it was that she had set out that morning, her bag on her shoulder and a spring in her step, prepared for a long day of walking and sketching.
It was a lovely day - for a while, anyway. As Soh made her way through the burial mounds, a thick mist began to form. She remembered what the land had looked like from above and, peering at the hazy sun far above, picked her way carefully through the hills towards her destination: Meadowreach. She'd only seen it from above, but its bright colors were impossible to miss even then, and she was quite eager to make it there for some quiet sketching.
She arrived at the field of flowers and settled down, sitting cross-legged with her skirts bunched around her legs and pulling out her journal and a pencil. Her sketch took form slowly; she'd brought some pastels with which to add color, but the faint lines of the pencil would be her guide, and she wanted to make sure she got the proportions right. She was digging around in her bag for her pastels when a noise interrupted her; turning, she saw a person stumble to their hands and knees, and Soh sprang up with a worried frown. "Oh, my goodness!" she said, hurrying to their side. "Are you alright?"
It was a lovely day - for a while, anyway. As Soh made her way through the burial mounds, a thick mist began to form. She remembered what the land had looked like from above and, peering at the hazy sun far above, picked her way carefully through the hills towards her destination: Meadowreach. She'd only seen it from above, but its bright colors were impossible to miss even then, and she was quite eager to make it there for some quiet sketching.
She arrived at the field of flowers and settled down, sitting cross-legged with her skirts bunched around her legs and pulling out her journal and a pencil. Her sketch took form slowly; she'd brought some pastels with which to add color, but the faint lines of the pencil would be her guide, and she wanted to make sure she got the proportions right. She was digging around in her bag for her pastels when a noise interrupted her; turning, she saw a person stumble to their hands and knees, and Soh sprang up with a worried frown. "Oh, my goodness!" she said, hurrying to their side. "Are you alright?"
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