Sohalia
Soh followed him to a flowering section of the shop, watching him shoo the sentient vines away with awe. Her fingers itched for her journal; what an interesting place this would be to draw! But she resisted the urge to reach into her bag, instead listening quietly as the shopkeeper told her of the various blooms he'd recommend to someone in her situation. She rather enjoyed the one-sided conversation, very much taken by his enthusiasm. She returned his apologetic smile with a genuine one of her own. "I'm rather drawn to the crown-of-thorns," she said, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke the petals. "But they're all beautiful."
Soh took a closer look at each plant that the shopkeeper had identified, admiring the beautiful flowers. She longed for some color in her shop and the apartment above it, and to find that she might be able to have something so lovely made her wildly happy. She pondered her choices for a moment, then nodded. "I think I'll start with a crown-of-thorns and see how we get on," she said. Then, curiously: "I have to ask - how do you keep them all straight? The proper names, and the common names, and which one's which...?"
Soh took a closer look at each plant that the shopkeeper had identified, admiring the beautiful flowers. She longed for some color in her shop and the apartment above it, and to find that she might be able to have something so lovely made her wildly happy. She pondered her choices for a moment, then nodded. "I think I'll start with a crown-of-thorns and see how we get on," she said. Then, curiously: "I have to ask - how do you keep them all straight? The proper names, and the common names, and which one's which...?"
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
