Sohalia
Sohalia hadn't done much wandering since The Incident, preferring to stay at home and manage her shop, venturing out only for quick grocery runs, and never farther than Pacifist Plaza. But sooner rather than later, that became quite dull, and her clients became quite antsy, and Soh determined that it was time for a new map, or some new artwork to showcase, or something. So she talked herself into roaming beyond the confines of her quiet little sector of the city and out to the Spyglass, where she'd yet to venture.
She'd dressed in cool, but modest, attire with a white blouse tucked into a red skirt that brushed her ankles as she walked. She wore a new purse at her belt (given that her other had been sacrificed during The Incident) and a dagger in a plain sheath; she also carried her staff in hand, determined not to be caught without defensive options again. A bag hung from one shoulder and carried her journal, her sketchbook, and a variety of drawing implements. She wasn't quite sure was she was looking for, so she'd just settled on bringing it all.
When Soh arrived at the Spyglass, it was to find that she was not alone in her plan. A man sat, seemingly absorbed in his own sketching, and at first, Soh gave him a wide berth, no longer as trusting as she used to be in the kindness of strangers. She glanced over every once in a while as she set up her own drawing station, just to make sure he wasn't going to come after her, and when she'd managed to pull out her sketchbook and a few pencils and there had been no movement from the stranger, she finally began to relax.
With her sketchbook in her lap and her eyes glued to the horizon, Soh began to sketch a rough outline of the land, carefully capturing the scale and distances between notable objects so that she could begin a map of the surrounding area.
She'd dressed in cool, but modest, attire with a white blouse tucked into a red skirt that brushed her ankles as she walked. She wore a new purse at her belt (given that her other had been sacrificed during The Incident) and a dagger in a plain sheath; she also carried her staff in hand, determined not to be caught without defensive options again. A bag hung from one shoulder and carried her journal, her sketchbook, and a variety of drawing implements. She wasn't quite sure was she was looking for, so she'd just settled on bringing it all.
When Soh arrived at the Spyglass, it was to find that she was not alone in her plan. A man sat, seemingly absorbed in his own sketching, and at first, Soh gave him a wide berth, no longer as trusting as she used to be in the kindness of strangers. She glanced over every once in a while as she set up her own drawing station, just to make sure he wasn't going to come after her, and when she'd managed to pull out her sketchbook and a few pencils and there had been no movement from the stranger, she finally began to relax.
With her sketchbook in her lap and her eyes glued to the horizon, Soh began to sketch a rough outline of the land, carefully capturing the scale and distances between notable objects so that she could begin a map of the surrounding area.
these aching memories still dance around me
