Time Only Tells

Soleil

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

Such girlish companionship - and compliments! - are practically unheard of in Halo, and Soleil brightens until she could rival a solar flare as a pleased pink hue takes over her cheeks, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. "Really, you think so?" She looks down at her own legs, rolling the tip of her toe to look at the back of her calf and rotate through to get the full visual. The black compliments her skin tone well, and she hasn't seen this much of her own ankles without socks and leggings in what feels like her whole life. "I really like them."

Sitting beside Sohalia to trade them out for the wedges - which ironically match Sohalia's own blue wedges - she listens attentively as the girl rambles on and merely laughs kindly when she notices it herself. "Sure you are, but who cares? I love to hear about it!" Clearly Soleil has no such compunctions about apologizing for her desires and impulses, and thinks Sohalia shouldn't either.

"I'd love a dinner recommendation, though honestly everyone I meet is a bit of a foodie and I don't have a very mature palate." She'd eat rocks if they looked interesting enough. "But wait you said hot springs? I thought only Halo and the Climb had those!" Clearly she's missing out! Standing as soon as she has her shoes on, Soleil wobbles immediately and sticks her arms out to try and balance, clearly disoriented. "Woah, this is harder than I thought," she puffs out, staring down at the shoes. But, man, the yellow is perfect on her.

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