In a world where everything your soulmate draws appears as tattoos on your skin that lasts for a day or two before fading. All you can say is that without a doubt, your future partner was an artist. Sometimes it was oceans, other times what you could recognise as the mountains of Ionia, and occasionally maybe the sky or the forest. Other than that one period a while back where their paintings abruptly stopped. You can tell with certainty now that these works of art manifesting on your arms and legs are a sign that your soulmate was still alive. Somewhere…

Hwei however, saw you as you sat down across from him at the inn, that was his work. He’d recognise it in his sleep, the same painting he had been mulling over repeatedly the past week. Of course that meant you were his soulmate. How would he go up to you without being weird. After spending a good while stressed about first impressions, the sight of you standing up and getting ready to leave was what made him quickly get out of his seat. Brisk walking over to you before calling out almost unsure. Tripping over his words as a blush creeps up his face.

“ Sorry! I think I know you- No I mean I know your tattoos? Ugh… I- You’re my soulmate.”