SOLEIL
the light of dawn is coming
Amber eyes gleam with intrigue. “Sauces? What do you make them out of, land plants or something in the ocean?” Surely they had not always been as connected with the landfolk as they are now? Or were they perhaps a younger race? Soleil’s education had provided nearly no information about the Mer beyond their factual existence, so she’s as curious about the food element as the historical context. She’s certainly no gourmet, happy with simplicity, so one is admittedly more intriguing than the other.
It’s a tempting answer, so Soleil wrestles down her primordial, territorial instincts and instead transfers a (very small) chunk of meat to her fingertips to hold next to her shoulder. The hel jumps and flutters its wings to make it onto her shoulder, webbed feet a strange sensation against the bare skin of her shoulder as it gobbles the treat straight from her fingers. And, sure enough, though Soleil is only sitting in the shallows of the waves, her body immediately begins to rise to buoy itself on the surface. “Incredible,” she murmurs to herself, delighted and beginning to smile. Though she does take her time cutting out another measly portion from the conch, still reluctant to share. “This will sound morbid, but is it only while they are alive? Or is it something in their feathers or bones?” Turning back to Hadama, she tilts her head slightly. “In Halo, we farm ningo for meat because they have no special qualities.” She has seen plenty of hel meat for sale in Torchline, but no farms yet.
It’s a tempting answer, so Soleil wrestles down her primordial, territorial instincts and instead transfers a (very small) chunk of meat to her fingertips to hold next to her shoulder. The hel jumps and flutters its wings to make it onto her shoulder, webbed feet a strange sensation against the bare skin of her shoulder as it gobbles the treat straight from her fingers. And, sure enough, though Soleil is only sitting in the shallows of the waves, her body immediately begins to rise to buoy itself on the surface. “Incredible,” she murmurs to herself, delighted and beginning to smile. Though she does take her time cutting out another measly portion from the conch, still reluctant to share. “This will sound morbid, but is it only while they are alive? Or is it something in their feathers or bones?” Turning back to Hadama, she tilts her head slightly. “In Halo, we farm ningo for meat because they have no special qualities.” She has seen plenty of hel meat for sale in Torchline, but no farms yet.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
