Soleil
In your warmth the sun was put to shame
If you asked me to, I would still run to you
Soleil is also hunting today, if only because it’s cheaper and easier than trading in the markets. Given she has been exploring Torchline for a few days now and had already indulged in a shopping spree, she has been running a little low on tradable items. If she’s smart about it, and she usually is, she’ll be able to harvest the feathers and bones to restock her coin and use the meat for her dinner. If you asked me to, I would still run to you
Unluckily, she is unknowingly stalking the same prey as someone else. It’s not unsurprising however - Soleil doesn’t know these lands nearly as well as Halo, has yet to determine which fields are owned versus which are open for hunting and stalking.
With her own bow drawn (her father had insisted she bring it on her adventures, which she’ll have to thank him for later) she has to resist the eternal animal instinct inside that has never waned in all her years living without fur and fangs that insist she break their necks with her teeth. As she is drawing back, another woman’s voice calls out and Sol instinctively bunkers down, not wanting a stray arrow to wound her if her movement draws the hunter’s eye.
She needn’t worry, because a dragon streaks past and sends the birds scattering into the sky in a blur of feathers. Cursing, Sol strikes a straggler down swiftly to loose her arrow, and then waits for the carnage to ensue from the other hunter and presumed safety to descends before she emerges from the brush in a cloud of curls and long brown legs. “Shit, sorry! Didn’t catch you from downwind.” Jogging closer she slings her bow comfortably over her shoulder and grins at the redhead. “You’ve got a crazy amount of talent! How long have you been shooting?” The gleam of her vivid amber eyes makes it clear she’s sincerely fawning, content to ignore the felled birds for a moment.
