[se] echoes of ancients

Soleil

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

Soleil hadn't gone to many of the tours, too intent on exploring on her own two feet, keeping to her own schedule. She'd seen quite a lot of them however. "Tours of the Falling, the outside border of the city and the roots underneath. The Temple, which is huge. The old government buildings, the hot springs, things like the best shops and cafes." Those had clearly been for people visiting from other more modernized cities. "They even offered chartered tours of the Oerwoud and surrounding regions since they have so many skyboats. They were really expensive though." Unsurprising, and equally why Soleil had not even remotely considered it.

The offer is very kind, which is entirely expected of Deimos. Soleil smiles warmly at him all the same. "Could you make metal flowers? I always feel a little bad picking them every year and then them wilting so early." More so because of the bad aesthetic than killing the blooms.

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