Everyone wants to see heaven
But no one wants to say goodbye
But no one wants to say goodbye
The Eye of the Storm was, perhaps, one of Sohalia's favorite places in Stormbreak. While most of the region was home to a sprawling city, she was glad that there were some natural areas, and she tended to frequent them when she needed time to think. And these days, she could really use some time to think.
Dressed today in a simple navy dress and with her hair in a loose braid down her back, Soh made her way to the Eye with a bag of sketching supplies on one shoulder. On the other, she wore a leather pauldron-like shield of sorts upon which Tarak perched imperiously. The griffin was growing - slowly - but she estimated that he would be no bigger than a house cat when fully grown. As it was now, he was the size of a kitten and flightless. Her shoulder was his favorite place to be, where he could observe the world around him from on high (or, at least, from higher than the ground), but his claws were sharp, and though his balance was improving, it was far from perfect. The pauldron allowed him access to her shoulder without scratching her to pieces, and she was pleased that she had thought of it and found a leatherworker who could help her put her idea into practice.
Upon arriving at the Eye, Soh settled herself on a bench gracefully, pausing before pulling out her sketching supplies in favor of just existing for a moment. Tarak leaped down from her shoulder to sit on the bench beside her, where he began to preen the feathers of his wing. And for a moment, she could pretend that she was still just another citizen, drawn to the natural beauty of the Eye and content to do no more than sketch her day away.
Dressed today in a simple navy dress and with her hair in a loose braid down her back, Soh made her way to the Eye with a bag of sketching supplies on one shoulder. On the other, she wore a leather pauldron-like shield of sorts upon which Tarak perched imperiously. The griffin was growing - slowly - but she estimated that he would be no bigger than a house cat when fully grown. As it was now, he was the size of a kitten and flightless. Her shoulder was his favorite place to be, where he could observe the world around him from on high (or, at least, from higher than the ground), but his claws were sharp, and though his balance was improving, it was far from perfect. The pauldron allowed him access to her shoulder without scratching her to pieces, and she was pleased that she had thought of it and found a leatherworker who could help her put her idea into practice.
Upon arriving at the Eye, Soh settled herself on a bench gracefully, pausing before pulling out her sketching supplies in favor of just existing for a moment. Tarak leaped down from her shoulder to sit on the bench beside her, where he began to preen the feathers of his wing. And for a moment, she could pretend that she was still just another citizen, drawn to the natural beauty of the Eye and content to do no more than sketch her day away.
Everyone wants to see heaven
But no one wants to die
But no one wants to die
Sohalia
