Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Had it not been for Pip, Koa would likely have succeeded in scaring surprising Soh. As it was, she heard the trill of excitement just before the dragon appeared in her lap, pushing her hand across the page and leaving a smear of charcoal behind. Smiling ruefully, she was just about to turn around to look for Koa when a pair of hands closed over her eyes and a voice breathed a hello into her ear, raising goosebumps that ran down her spine.
Laughing softly, Soh reached up to grasp Koa's hands and pull them down, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder so that she could meet his eyes. "Hi Koa," she murmured, her lips precariously close to his. For a moment she lingered there - happy to receive a kiss if it came, but not moving to initiate it herself, before she turned her attention to the dragon in her lap. "Hello, Pip," she giggled, releasing Koa's hands to scratch the dragon under the chin. Sure, she'd have to fix the drawing she'd been working on, but she really didn't mind. It wasn't one of her maps, anyway, about which she was meticulous. This had just been a drawing to pass the time.
Laughing softly, Soh reached up to grasp Koa's hands and pull them down, leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder so that she could meet his eyes. "Hi Koa," she murmured, her lips precariously close to his. For a moment she lingered there - happy to receive a kiss if it came, but not moving to initiate it herself, before she turned her attention to the dragon in her lap. "Hello, Pip," she giggled, releasing Koa's hands to scratch the dragon under the chin. Sure, she'd have to fix the drawing she'd been working on, but she really didn't mind. It wasn't one of her maps, anyway, about which she was meticulous. This had just been a drawing to pass the time.
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
