Time Only Tells

Soleil

It's not the long flowing dress that you're in
Or the light coming off of your skin

Soleil is preternaturally graceful despite having no wolf inside her any longer, but it does not mean she can control the grace of others nearby. It also does not help that Sol is accustomed to caring for her own body and nobody else's, which lends itself to ignoring most others in her midst until it is too late. It is a harmless bump, one that Soleil is happy to brush off until the other young woman makes a rather startled sound that pulls her out of her own head to examine the stranger.

She is just slightly shorter, and fairer in nearly every way - skin, hair, eyes. But of a similar age, which makes Soleil brighten similarly, her focused expression melting away into pure sunshine and forgiveness. "That's okay, it didn't hurt." And, because she is a naturally social woman, Soleil shifts her new bag to the side to present her hand cheerily. "I'm Soleil. Are you shopping? I don't know the shops well, I'm trying to find shoes." No harm in hoping the other young woman will be able to help her.

It's the fragile heart you protected for so long
The mercy in your sense of right and wrong