Soleil
Luka’s arms don’t quite envelop her the same way as their father’s, but his embrace is more familiar - even in these new human bodies. They’d only had each other in the Halenani after all. She leans into his kiss, more nuzzle than anything as they learn these new bodies and their abilities, and bumps her head into him in familiar returned display of affection. It fills something inside her that food cannot, a hunger and need for surety and love that she will learn with time.
Humming eagerly around her own mouthful in wordless agreement to Luka’s proposal, the girl swallows as Sah begins to speak. Sparing a moment without food to try and focus entirely on the information he gives in waves. Names that are to be remembered for safety reasons if nothing else. “Should we…invite them to play?” she asks tentatively. If they’re pack it seems the polite thing to do, even though she doesn’t necessarily want to share family time with them. Her dad may call them pack, and she will accept his decision making obediently, but…well, they’re not pack to her yet. Still, Sol is too polite a child to not sacrifice her own comfort for others.
The illusion - spirit or otherwise - makes her startle hard, bumping into Luka as she jolts towards him. Her thick hair buffets wildly as she turns towards the source, only to find nothing. Shaken, but assuming it’s the last dredges of sleep clinging to her mind, her hand seeks out Luka’s shakily to cling there. Too nervous to verbally question the appearance of the disconcerting visage.
Humming eagerly around her own mouthful in wordless agreement to Luka’s proposal, the girl swallows as Sah begins to speak. Sparing a moment without food to try and focus entirely on the information he gives in waves. Names that are to be remembered for safety reasons if nothing else. “Should we…invite them to play?” she asks tentatively. If they’re pack it seems the polite thing to do, even though she doesn’t necessarily want to share family time with them. Her dad may call them pack, and she will accept his decision making obediently, but…well, they’re not pack to her yet. Still, Sol is too polite a child to not sacrifice her own comfort for others.
The illusion - spirit or otherwise - makes her startle hard, bumping into Luka as she jolts towards him. Her thick hair buffets wildly as she turns towards the source, only to find nothing. Shaken, but assuming it’s the last dredges of sleep clinging to her mind, her hand seeks out Luka’s shakily to cling there. Too nervous to verbally question the appearance of the disconcerting visage.
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
