Time Only Tells

Soleil

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

Completely oblivious to the other woman's discomfort at her proximity either due to some social shortcoming or her focus on the shoes in Sohalia's hands, Soleil extends her own to take the boxes from her before turning to look for one of the plentiful benches scattered throughout the room. Settling easily upon one, she neatly aligns her shoes beside her to begin trying on the pair of black flats first, marveling at being able to see the tops of her feet and ankles so plainly. Standing, she gives a little spin to feel the lack of grip on the soles and grins.

"Honestly I don't want to go back if everyone else has such great fashion," she laughs. Her father would surely have a heart attack, but he loves her as she is, wandering heart and all. Sitting back down to begin putting on the wedges next, Soleil looks up at her new companion from where she's bent over, having to puff a breath to get a curl out of her face. "Is everywhere like this here? Modern, I mean." Halo's wilderness is fierce and beautiful, but the cobblestone and architecture here is its own form of beauty that Soleil can't help but admire.

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