Sohalia
Sohalia was an optimistic sort of woman, and absolutely the type to dive in headfirst without thinking. There was a certain rashness that accompanied her naivete that came from a simple lack of life experience. She'd grown up sheltered and cared for, with hardly a negative experience in her short life, aside from the loss of her parents and guardian. But she'd never really experienced a lack of kindness, or a feeling of danger, or anything that would set off warning bells in her pretty head when it came to wandering the world.But now, for the first time, Soh understood what it was like to fear for one's life, and though it had yet to fully sink in, it did give her pause on how she wanted to continue her travels. After all, she had nothing except her snowy owl shift to protect her, and a bird - even a predatory one - would be little use against an enemy like the Ceffyl Dŵr. So when Deimos urged her that caution was wise, she took it to heart.
As Deimos pulled out a journal, Soh stepped a little closer, intrigued. She had a journal of her own that contained sketches of various flora and fauna, and she wondered if he had information on anything that she'd sketched. "Your guild?" she asked curiously. "What sort of guild is it?"
and that's the hope I have
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
