Soleil
Whether it is her father being Abandoned or the general populace of Halo also being Abandoned, Soleil has no ingrained fealty to the Gods. The Shrines are pretty, but the little cub has never seen any of the Gods in Caido, and they did not exist where she came from before either - so what are they, really, but fixtures to climb?
As she's scampering up the steps in her winter dress from Maeve, the girl pauses when she crests the stairs and finds a different figure already occupying the area. For a moment she pouts to herself (though she conceals it well, kindhearted as she is) but then she brightens when her still unfamiliar humanity clicks in and realizes this is no human, but a lovely canine-adjacent being. A fox perhaps, she thinks to herself as she bounces up the next step. Difficult to tell when the animal is savaging its meal, but Soleil has the heart of a wolf and the surety of safety that only children can have even in the face of danger. So she approaches.
"Hi! Can I help?" she asks brightly, assuming the fox can understand her the way Lilly does, or the other Attuned. Whatever one she is, even if she cannot speak back they can still interact enough for Soleil's desires. Wrinkling her nose at the ningo on the shrine steps, she idly plucks a torn-off feather to play with. "Ningos are gross, they're so small and loud. Is that why you're playing with it instead of eating it?"
As she's scampering up the steps in her winter dress from Maeve, the girl pauses when she crests the stairs and finds a different figure already occupying the area. For a moment she pouts to herself (though she conceals it well, kindhearted as she is) but then she brightens when her still unfamiliar humanity clicks in and realizes this is no human, but a lovely canine-adjacent being. A fox perhaps, she thinks to herself as she bounces up the next step. Difficult to tell when the animal is savaging its meal, but Soleil has the heart of a wolf and the surety of safety that only children can have even in the face of danger. So she approaches.
"Hi! Can I help?" she asks brightly, assuming the fox can understand her the way Lilly does, or the other Attuned. Whatever one she is, even if she cannot speak back they can still interact enough for Soleil's desires. Wrinkling her nose at the ningo on the shrine steps, she idly plucks a torn-off feather to play with. "Ningos are gross, they're so small and loud. Is that why you're playing with it instead of eating it?"
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
