Time Only Tells

Soleil

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

"Thank you!" she chirrups excitedly, though she waves away the concern of Halo shortly thereafter. "I won't be going back for more than visits for some time. My dad knows I'm adventuring, so I can just store them while I do my check-ins." In fact Soleil has no idea how long she'll be in Stormbreak given she has no timeline, and hasn't had one since setting out on this little journey.

Soh's excitement is infectious - or maybe it's just the novelty of being around another girl her age. "That sounds terrifying and awesome. Would you want to come with?" Now or some other day, Sol doesn't mind. She's self-confident bold enough to invite the young woman out with her in hopes of striking up a friendship; friendships don't just fall into your lap you know, you have to put in the work! The worst Sohalia can say is no.

Huffing a laugh at the kind comfort, Soleil manages a few more wobbly steps without running into anything. It's a peculiar sensation in the bridge of her foot, but not enough to discourage her. "I do too, I think I'll get them and practice wearing them in my room at the hotel before I chance the cobblestone." Because that sounds like a death sentence. Or at least a broken ankle.

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