paint your bluest skies the darkest grey

Don't know when and I don't know why
One day you wake up and you're living a lie

It was Deepfrost, and with Deepfrost came decisions. So it was that Sohalia invited her advisors to her office one winter afternoon. She sat at her desk, making notes in a journal about things that still needed doing throughout the region. Tarak was curled up in a little bed near the fireplace, purring contentedly as he napped. Outside, snow flurries landed upon the window panes, but through the snow, she could look out and see her city. She did so, sitting back with a sigh, running a hand through golden hair, and gazing, unseeing, out the window.

It was a troubling time in Caido, and the first real challenge to her rule: Safrin was gone. Where, they didn't know, but what they did know was that trouble was coming. She wanted to be prepared for it, but how was she to ready Stormbreak for an unknown threat that was coming at some undetermined future time?

With a frustrated sigh, Soh rose to her feet, moving to the hearth and prodding at the fire with the poker. It was nice and warm in her office, and she wanted to keep it that way for the meeting. Her advisors were due any time now, and she turned towards the door as she heard movement, a tired smile on her face as she welcomed each of her advisors in turn.

Goodbye love, and goodbye pain
Went to the river, didn't come back the same

Sohalia