Sohalia
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Sohalia was not, generally speaking, an anxious person. She was very much a glass-half-full kind of girl, prone to daydreams and happiness and going where the wind took her. Hers was a simple, peaceful existence, full of love and light and fun. And yet...
On this particular morning, Soh paced back and forth in the apartment above her shop, chewing nervously on her thumbnail. She was barefoot, wearing jean shorts and a simple shirt; her hair was in a messy bun atop her head. Her time in Torchline had desensitized her to certain things, her clothing choices among them, and she'd found that when she was at home, she preferred shorts to long pants or skirts. The overall effect of her outfit would have been adorable on someone else; but when she looked in the mirror, it just looked strange. She was always well put-together, but today, she'd been too frazzled to do more than the bare minimum with her appearance.
A large sign in the window downstairs read, "CLOSED," but that was only for customers. The one person she wanted to see had a key, and Jude would be here soon. Gods, how she wanted to see him, needed to feel his steady arms around her. She'd been out of her mind with worry and panic ever since the leadership of Stormbreak had been decided, and it was only getting worse the more she thought about it.
Her letter had been vague, but what was she supposed to say? Her news wasn’t exactly the kind to be shared in a letter. She needed him here, needed to speak face-to-face, and gods knew that her free time to travel had just been shortened. Since she couldn’t go to him - no matter how much she may want to - she’d have to hope that he’d come to her.
Sure, she wasn't going to be leading alone, but what business did she have leading at all? As she paced back and forth, more agitated than she'd ever been, she ran through the meeting over and over again, wondering if there could have been a different outcome. What have I gotten myself into?
There was so much that could go wrong, so much that she stood to lose. She should have said no. She should have let sleeping dogs lie. But Stormbreak had needed a leader - had needed her - and so here she was, preparing to take over with no idea of how to actually... do that. And as much as she hoped and wished and pleaded with the universe that she was up for the challenge, she couldn't help but feel like she'd made a huge mistake.
Exhausted - she hadn't slept since the decision had been made - Soh collapsed into her favorite chair and buried her face in her hands, pressing her palms against her eyes. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she would wake up to find that this had all been a bizarre dream.
On this particular morning, Soh paced back and forth in the apartment above her shop, chewing nervously on her thumbnail. She was barefoot, wearing jean shorts and a simple shirt; her hair was in a messy bun atop her head. Her time in Torchline had desensitized her to certain things, her clothing choices among them, and she'd found that when she was at home, she preferred shorts to long pants or skirts. The overall effect of her outfit would have been adorable on someone else; but when she looked in the mirror, it just looked strange. She was always well put-together, but today, she'd been too frazzled to do more than the bare minimum with her appearance.
A large sign in the window downstairs read, "CLOSED," but that was only for customers. The one person she wanted to see had a key, and Jude would be here soon. Gods, how she wanted to see him, needed to feel his steady arms around her. She'd been out of her mind with worry and panic ever since the leadership of Stormbreak had been decided, and it was only getting worse the more she thought about it.
Her letter had been vague, but what was she supposed to say? Her news wasn’t exactly the kind to be shared in a letter. She needed him here, needed to speak face-to-face, and gods knew that her free time to travel had just been shortened. Since she couldn’t go to him - no matter how much she may want to - she’d have to hope that he’d come to her.
Sure, she wasn't going to be leading alone, but what business did she have leading at all? As she paced back and forth, more agitated than she'd ever been, she ran through the meeting over and over again, wondering if there could have been a different outcome. What have I gotten myself into?
There was so much that could go wrong, so much that she stood to lose. She should have said no. She should have let sleeping dogs lie. But Stormbreak had needed a leader - had needed her - and so here she was, preparing to take over with no idea of how to actually... do that. And as much as she hoped and wished and pleaded with the universe that she was up for the challenge, she couldn't help but feel like she'd made a huge mistake.
Exhausted - she hadn't slept since the decision had been made - Soh collapsed into her favorite chair and buried her face in her hands, pressing her palms against her eyes. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she would wake up to find that this had all been a bizarre dream.
Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
