Soleil
She pouts at Luka for the implication in his tone. Soleil is a very well behaved child, and always well-meaning, but her curiosity and friendliness has undeniably gotten her into trouble before. Luka with her for some of those, of course, so it's not an unfair accusation. The pout dissolves as soon as Sah plucks her up, and she cuddles into her father's side, immediately giving into her desire to hide behind his bulk once the tone of the conversation shifts into something serious.
As she listens, her lip wobbles. Her immediate instinct is to object; they haven't been parted since their...deaths...and she is terrified that they moment they are separated again, something truly terrible will occur. But there is an iron core to his words despite the soft delivery and lack of command, and Soleil knows her father would never abide them staying in Halo for the duration of the war. Ilma will be there, which is a comfort, but Ilma is not him.
Still, Soleil is an obedient child. Even as her heart breaks so fully and quickly that tears streak silently down her cheeks, she nods miserably against his ribs. "Okay daddy," she says in a wobbly voice, biting on her tongue to tamp down the yelling, the pleading, the anger and injustice at this decision being made for her. It is an ugly thing that sits in her chest, and surely will for the entirety of the time she must stay in the haven, and already she feels sick with how it spreads in her veins.
But Soleil is obedient.
So she says nothing.
As she listens, her lip wobbles. Her immediate instinct is to object; they haven't been parted since their...deaths...and she is terrified that they moment they are separated again, something truly terrible will occur. But there is an iron core to his words despite the soft delivery and lack of command, and Soleil knows her father would never abide them staying in Halo for the duration of the war. Ilma will be there, which is a comfort, but Ilma is not him.
Still, Soleil is an obedient child. Even as her heart breaks so fully and quickly that tears streak silently down her cheeks, she nods miserably against his ribs. "Okay daddy," she says in a wobbly voice, biting on her tongue to tamp down the yelling, the pleading, the anger and injustice at this decision being made for her. It is an ugly thing that sits in her chest, and surely will for the entirety of the time she must stay in the haven, and already she feels sick with how it spreads in her veins.
But Soleil is obedient.
So she says nothing.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
