it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
It was strange to hear herself referred to as 'ma'am,' and she couldn't help the pleading look of confusion that crossed her face. "Just Soh, please," she nearly begged. She was hardly old enough to be called a woman, and 'ma'am,' was reserved for her older, wiser counterparts.
When Morgen began to describe the area, Soh hung onto every word, soaking up the knowledge that someone familiar with the area could impart - until he mentioned a brothel, at which point her cheeks promptly reddened and her gaze immediately fell to the ground. She wasn't particularly comfortable with the notion of intimacy, and it was painfully obvious from her reaction. She was relieved when Morgen quickly skirted past the topic. "Burial mounds?" she asked, peering at the man from beneath her lashes. "What can you tell me about those?"
When Morgen began to describe the area, Soh hung onto every word, soaking up the knowledge that someone familiar with the area could impart - until he mentioned a brothel, at which point her cheeks promptly reddened and her gaze immediately fell to the ground. She wasn't particularly comfortable with the notion of intimacy, and it was painfully obvious from her reaction. She was relieved when Morgen quickly skirted past the topic. "Burial mounds?" she asked, peering at the man from beneath her lashes. "What can you tell me about those?"
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
