SOHR-oo-ka Sorcha is the proud tilt of her head. Sorcha is her regal bearing. Sorcha is the aristocracy running through her veins. Sorcha is a lady.
Sorcha is the fierceness of its Gaelic ancestry. Sorcha is the caressing whisper of its beginning, The dipping awe in its middle, And the exclamation of its end.
Sorcha is the shining of her eyes. Sorcha is the brightness of her soul. Sorcha is the misty isles themselves.
Sorcha is the gentle curve of her shape. Sorcha is the soft gold in her hair. Sorcha is the strength of her being.
Hello, Mistress Sorcha.
How are you?
It's been so long since we've last spoken!
Probably not since the Golden Sun role play.
I hope you are doing well and I just thought I'd leave a message for you and ask how you're doing.
Take care, hope to talk to you later.
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