Soleil
some years of our life are meant for growing
Soleil watches Edmund's kite go careening, and the way he scrambles kicks up pebbles and sand from the edge of the water, making her shriek-laugh with delight and put her hands on her knees to desperately try and get more air into her lungs that isn't immediately stolen by laughter. Unfortunately, that keeps her guiding hand off the string of the kite, which goes veering sideways; not hitting Edmund's directly, but tangling up the strings and tugging at the spool in her hand.
Yelping, Soleil straightens and tries to yank on the string, uncertain how to fix the situation when both kites are somehow still airborne despite being hitched to one another now. "Ah, crap! I'm sorry!" Even so her laughter is an undertone to her words, and she scrambles toward Edmund so the kites aren't trying to fight each other. "We should probably bring them down to separate them," she advises, trying to reel hers in against the wind while timing it to the same speed Edmund does.
Yelping, Soleil straightens and tries to yank on the string, uncertain how to fix the situation when both kites are somehow still airborne despite being hitched to one another now. "Ah, crap! I'm sorry!" Even so her laughter is an undertone to her words, and she scrambles toward Edmund so the kites aren't trying to fight each other. "We should probably bring them down to separate them," she advises, trying to reel hers in against the wind while timing it to the same speed Edmund does.
but this one - this one is for blooming
