Soleil
His hands are calloused and scarred, but gentle on her cheeks, and Soleil's eyes drag reluctantly from her feet to meet eyes she'd inherited long ago. Clearly doubting that he will throw her a line, try to meet her in the middle; not because she has no faith, but because her loneliness has made her bitter in the petulant way that children often are.
So when he does propose something - anything - the girl lights up immediately. "Really?!" Almost exploding with energy after her previous stillness, Soleil clasps her hands overtop her father's on her cheeks, and bounces on her toes. "Yes! Yes yes!" Training has always been fun to her anyway, so it's far from a negative in her book. "Can I go to Torchline then too?" It's a bit of a stretch, but all the friends she has and knows are still on those sunny shores - though they are older now, and she has no idea of the loss she will feel when she finds out.
So when he does propose something - anything - the girl lights up immediately. "Really?!" Almost exploding with energy after her previous stillness, Soleil clasps her hands overtop her father's on her cheeks, and bounces on her toes. "Yes! Yes yes!" Training has always been fun to her anyway, so it's far from a negative in her book. "Can I go to Torchline then too?" It's a bit of a stretch, but all the friends she has and knows are still on those sunny shores - though they are older now, and she has no idea of the loss she will feel when she finds out.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
