Sohalia
Soh and Lena were similar in that neither were picky eaters; Soh had asked more out of an excited curiosity than anything. Although, come to think of it, she hadn't considered that the fare might vary because it was associated with the Ancients. "I hadn't thought about it," she confessed. "But I suppose there might be. Maybe that's why we're supposed to bring leftovers, so that everyone has something to eat?"
With their lemonade coming along nicely in Lena's hands, Soh gathered a few napkins and placed them at the table alongside the plates and silverware. "Of course," she murmured. She hadn't thought about there having been fewer celebrations during the war, but of course there must have been. What a relief it must be for those who lived through such trying times to see peace and happiness coursing through Caido! "I think we're just about ready," she said, shying away from implications of doom and gloom. "Let me just grab some glasses for the lemonade."
With their lemonade coming along nicely in Lena's hands, Soh gathered a few napkins and placed them at the table alongside the plates and silverware. "Of course," she murmured. She hadn't thought about there having been fewer celebrations during the war, but of course there must have been. What a relief it must be for those who lived through such trying times to see peace and happiness coursing through Caido! "I think we're just about ready," she said, shying away from implications of doom and gloom. "Let me just grab some glasses for the lemonade."
these aching memories still dance around me
