Soleil
Sleep hadn’t been easy at the Halenani. Though the workers were kind - if busy - there was far too much activity at all hours of day and night for a child that had known empty tundra for most her life. Combined with the constant tension of being in an unfamiliar world with no real guardian, rest was absent from the physical manifestation of sleep.
Now there is only warmth and the steady rise and fall of Lilly’s chest and slow-beating heart beneath her cheek. The wolf’s scent and the feeling of her brother pressed against her side is like a drug, encouraging her to stay down in the hazy depths of sleep even as the sunlight on her eyelids beckons her awake. It takes a long few minutes before she rouses, coming up onto her hands and blinking blearily around herself, hair wild and cloudlike around her head.
Soleil looks around for her father immediately, still needing to check periodically that he is near in the wake of…everything. Only settling when she spies him at the table, the food-smell a secondary thing to that. Standing and extricating herself carefully from her siblings, the girl walks over and nudges underneath his arm, trying to pull herself onto one leg by herself. “Morning daddy,” she says through a yawn, extending her arms needily for an embrace.
Now there is only warmth and the steady rise and fall of Lilly’s chest and slow-beating heart beneath her cheek. The wolf’s scent and the feeling of her brother pressed against her side is like a drug, encouraging her to stay down in the hazy depths of sleep even as the sunlight on her eyelids beckons her awake. It takes a long few minutes before she rouses, coming up onto her hands and blinking blearily around herself, hair wild and cloudlike around her head.
Soleil looks around for her father immediately, still needing to check periodically that he is near in the wake of…everything. Only settling when she spies him at the table, the food-smell a secondary thing to that. Standing and extricating herself carefully from her siblings, the girl walks over and nudges underneath his arm, trying to pull herself onto one leg by herself. “Morning daddy,” she says through a yawn, extending her arms needily for an embrace.
she is an old soul with a young heart
naive enough to love, wise enough to learn
naive enough to love, wise enough to learn
