Soleil
In your warmth the sun was put to shame
If you asked me to, I would still run to you
'Another' tips her off in the same way, and Sol flicks her amber eyes Melita's way, equally surprised. In Halo in particular there are few Outlanders given most weren't accustomed to the climate, but the inner circle of her family and friends were all Outlanders. "Yeah, you too?" Flicking a curl out of her face, she quirks a small smile. "Dad was adamant we not age for years after all our friends did, so I guess I seem a little late to the party." And, despite her persistent joviality, she feels it. Left behind, solitary, still figuring all this shit out. If you asked me to, I would still run to you
Giggling a little at the crudeness of her words, practically infatuated already with the cool older girl, Soleil slides into step beside her immediately the moment the offer is made. "Exactly why I don't want to go. Besides, I haven't met many people yet and not everyone is a social butterfly. I don't want to be stuck with a plate in my hand watching everyone pair off." She's extroverted enough to try, but it seems like a waste of energy to her.
