Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

a keeper of the peace. sobeille mused over this. it tracked, considering. sobeille thought of a forest, and her a giant towering over the dark green pines, knocking down a score of trees with each huge fist. trotting hastily after was the image of ajei, setting everything right that the chaos-seekers of the world upended.

she smiled.

though ajei had not asked in return what sobeille wanted to be when she grew up, sobeille already knew.

in her minds eye was a shape silhouetted by glowing embers.

dat sounds nice. there was a disconnect there sobeille was aware of - with each attempt to repair the broken line of communication, sobeille only sabotaged it further. dem be two different vocations, ya? like treating’ people by killing other t’ings. you kill a fish to fill your stomach. you kill a flower to ‘arvest its potential.

a long pause as she weighed whether to give voice to her thoughts. do you t’ink killing t’ings is what brings out dier potential?