Sohalia
LongNight was over, and with it came the rise of spring.
And with spring came snowmelt, and with snowmelt came trash that had been covered by the white, frozen liquid.
Soh had first noticed it one morning on her way to the Tower. At first it was only a piece here or there - easy enough to pick up and throw into a trash can. But then it was a little more, and a little more, until Soh stood one day outside her shop, scowling at the bits and bobs that had apparently escaped detection all winter, determined that today, she would do something about it. She'd cleared her calendar for the day and she was determined to make a dent in cleaning up Stormbreak's streets.
Tarak, bless him, was feeling more generous than usual, and he toiled alongside his bonded on the cobblestones, pawing at various pieces until they made a neat pile for Soh to come along and sweep up. Time passed slowly, but it was honest work, and Soh found that she didn't mind a little physical labor. It was better than spending another day reading reports and staring out the window at a city she barely got to see anymore.
And with spring came snowmelt, and with snowmelt came trash that had been covered by the white, frozen liquid.
Soh had first noticed it one morning on her way to the Tower. At first it was only a piece here or there - easy enough to pick up and throw into a trash can. But then it was a little more, and a little more, until Soh stood one day outside her shop, scowling at the bits and bobs that had apparently escaped detection all winter, determined that today, she would do something about it. She'd cleared her calendar for the day and she was determined to make a dent in cleaning up Stormbreak's streets.
Tarak, bless him, was feeling more generous than usual, and he toiled alongside his bonded on the cobblestones, pawing at various pieces until they made a neat pile for Soh to come along and sweep up. Time passed slowly, but it was honest work, and Soh found that she didn't mind a little physical labor. It was better than spending another day reading reports and staring out the window at a city she barely got to see anymore.
these aching memories still dance around me
