Sohalia
The last few weeks had been strange.
In the aftermath of the mothman's attack, Soh had been healing - physically, at least. Emotionally? Now, that was another story.
She sat today in the Celestine, on a bench beside a tucked-away path near the shrine. It was Flowerbirth - finally - and she'd dressed casually in a calf-length skirt and scoop-necked shirt that did little to hide the new scar that she bore from their Deepfrost battle against the giant moth that had threatened the city. She was vain enough to be glad that it only peeked out of her shirt at the shoulder and up the side of her neck rather than wrapping around her front or onto her face; but she was practical enough to know that she was lucky to have escaped with only a scar. Her near-death experience had been harrowing, to say the least, but she would gladly go back to facing a mothman if it meant she could get out of her own head for a while.
The weather of late had been strange, and today was no exception. Lightning flickered and flared overhead, illuminating the dim starlight of the Celestine with each flash, a stark contrast to the soft light that shrouded the greenery below. For now, Soh was simply glad that it wasn't pouring rain, and that she could sit in peace for a while, out of sight of most of Stormbreak.
In the aftermath of the mothman's attack, Soh had been healing - physically, at least. Emotionally? Now, that was another story.
She sat today in the Celestine, on a bench beside a tucked-away path near the shrine. It was Flowerbirth - finally - and she'd dressed casually in a calf-length skirt and scoop-necked shirt that did little to hide the new scar that she bore from their Deepfrost battle against the giant moth that had threatened the city. She was vain enough to be glad that it only peeked out of her shirt at the shoulder and up the side of her neck rather than wrapping around her front or onto her face; but she was practical enough to know that she was lucky to have escaped with only a scar. Her near-death experience had been harrowing, to say the least, but she would gladly go back to facing a mothman if it meant she could get out of her own head for a while.
The weather of late had been strange, and today was no exception. Lightning flickered and flared overhead, illuminating the dim starlight of the Celestine with each flash, a stark contrast to the soft light that shrouded the greenery below. For now, Soh was simply glad that it wasn't pouring rain, and that she could sit in peace for a while, out of sight of most of Stormbreak.
