Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

sobeille apprised ajei with a careful look. it was long -- almost awkwardly so -- and at last her eye-contact broke away. there was a part of her that so desperately wanted to be normal. to be a happy little girl who fit in with her peers. to be seen as relatable, likeable even.

ya. like a do-over. except sobeille knew it was something a little different. she had seen it, there in the grotto -- a thousand lifetimes through the eyes of a single loa. i t'ink -- she drew a breath, then continued. i was a seal in a past life. mebbe. what about you, ajei?