Sohalia
Soh walked down the side street, her attention on the bag she carried at her side. She kept a small bag on her at all times, carrying her journal and writing utensils, in case she came across something to sketch or record. She'd pulled out her journal at the restaurant and used one of her favorite pencils to record some notes on a recent cartography expedition, and now she couldn't remember having put it back. As she was digging through the bag, she heard a man's voice call out, and she looked up, relieved. Perhaps she'd dropped her pencil, and someone had seen it fall from her bag!
The man was larger than her and muscular, reminding her almost of Deimos in size and body type. That was where the similarities ended, however. This man had dirty blonde hair, and rather than looking at her in exasperation (like Deimos) or protectiveness (like Sunjata), this man leered at her - almost like the man back in Sunjata's brothel. Soh was immediately uncomfortable, but she wanted her pencil back. "Oh, thank y-"
What she was not expecting was for the man to grab her by the arm and force her into an alley, even further away from the merry sounds of the market behind them.
The man was larger than her and muscular, reminding her almost of Deimos in size and body type. That was where the similarities ended, however. This man had dirty blonde hair, and rather than looking at her in exasperation (like Deimos) or protectiveness (like Sunjata), this man leered at her - almost like the man back in Sunjata's brothel. Soh was immediately uncomfortable, but she wanted her pencil back. "Oh, thank y-"
What she was not expecting was for the man to grab her by the arm and force her into an alley, even further away from the merry sounds of the market behind them.
