SOLEIL
the light of dawn is coming
Sol wrinkles her nose slightly at the conch, trying to figure out where this supposed 'foot' is. The shell can certainly inspire her to believe it has sharp appendages, but its insides are so meaty that she is doubtful. Perhaps Torchers are simply more tender-handed than Halovians?
Intrigue brightens her expression at the mention of Safrin. "My dad has gone to see her. But only her. Can you tell me what you thought of her?" He can claim that Safrin would hear her out, but Soleil isn't sure that should be her only basis for seeking out Vi's herald. It's difficult to look between his concentrating face and the motions of his hands, but Soleil has always had a rather intense preference for eye contact during conversation, so it's an inevitable ping-pong match.
Intrigue brightens her expression at the mention of Safrin. "My dad has gone to see her. But only her. Can you tell me what you thought of her?" He can claim that Safrin would hear her out, but Soleil isn't sure that should be her only basis for seeking out Vi's herald. It's difficult to look between his concentrating face and the motions of his hands, but Soleil has always had a rather intense preference for eye contact during conversation, so it's an inevitable ping-pong match.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
