Soleil
What had been warning from Sol is promise from Luka, and she feels a childish pride at his own manner of protection - silent and unassuming, striking from beneath the shadow of his sister. The woman hisses, recoiling, but pups don't have very strong teeth and it seems she's persistent. Sol snarls at her weakly. If they can't scare or fight her off, the best plan is to stay huddled together. The unfortunate side effect of that is Maeve's words more easily penetrate the terror with her words - forcing Soleil to listen. Though the baring of teeth is a language she understands far more, and she cows beneath it, her bravado shaky.
"We're fine," she snaps in the certain, imperious way of all children. But the way her amber eyes dart side to side, trying to keep track of the hundreds of people milling about in the distance, is a clear indicator of her overwhelm. "Mommy will find us, or - or Ma, or Dad. We don't need help!" Surely they'll be right behind them. They have to be. They just need to stay where they are, as they were told to do if ever they got lost, and their parents will find them.
"We're fine," she snaps in the certain, imperious way of all children. But the way her amber eyes dart side to side, trying to keep track of the hundreds of people milling about in the distance, is a clear indicator of her overwhelm. "Mommy will find us, or - or Ma, or Dad. We don't need help!" Surely they'll be right behind them. They have to be. They just need to stay where they are, as they were told to do if ever they got lost, and their parents will find them.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
