The quick patter of young excited feet seems at odds with the pristine, towering palace. It would be to anyone around who can hear the way they echo down the empty corridors and up and down spiraling staircases. To Soleil however, they’re right at home. Because she is a princess, and every princess needs a castle. Her father may not be royalty, but nobody had stopped her so far, and the hallways were practically empty, so her imagination is allowed free reign without consequence.
Giggling echoes down the long hallway as Sol scampers out from the library wing, amber eyes bright as they dart both ways down the corridor before spontaneously picking a direction and racing down the long rug that pads the area outside the door. Thick cloud of hair bouncing along with each eager footfall, and ignoring the scandalized noise she gets when she nearly knocks into a caretaker of the palace as they’re emerging from a yet-unexplored doorway. Their cry towards her back to ‘slow down’ is entirely ignored. There is exploration to be had, there’s no time to go slow!
Giggling echoes down the long hallway as Sol scampers out from the library wing, amber eyes bright as they dart both ways down the corridor before spontaneously picking a direction and racing down the long rug that pads the area outside the door. Thick cloud of hair bouncing along with each eager footfall, and ignoring the scandalized noise she gets when she nearly knocks into a caretaker of the palace as they’re emerging from a yet-unexplored doorway. Their cry towards her back to ‘slow down’ is entirely ignored. There is exploration to be had, there’s no time to go slow!
