Soleil
Soleil is already sweaty and frantic deeper in the training grounds. Her own frustration is something fierce and burning, and a lump sits in the bottom of her throat, choking her no matter how hard she hits the training dummy. It just keeps building.
Unfortunately, so do the tears. She can't continue telling herself it's sweat stinging her eyes, not when the dummy swims in front of her, and it only makes the helpless anger boil hotter and brighter inside. Why is she crying? This is ridiculous. She's just training. A strangled yell erupts from her as she launches her spear, and then a harrowing noise of frustration follows on its heels when it clatters to the ground, skimming off the side. She flexes her hand to call it back to her only to pause when Diana - previously watching silently from the sidelines - darts in and picks it up on her jaws, turning to look at Soleil with an inscrutable expression before taking off.
"Hey! Diana, come back!" Even her command is weak and befuddled, strained with lack of breath as she nevertheless gives chase. Her hair is a disaster of what used to be a bun, dark coils of hair falling out of the tie and into her face or plastered to her sweaty forehead. Running after her companion, Soleil slows with an expression of discomfort - something she is hardly ever seen wearing - when Diana drops the spear not far from Talyson's feet.
Swallowing back the hot ball of emotion in her throat, Soleil calls the spear back to her in a petulant show of rejection of Diana's plan. "Sorry," she mutters toward Tal on behalf of her companion. "Don't know what got into her."
Unfortunately, so do the tears. She can't continue telling herself it's sweat stinging her eyes, not when the dummy swims in front of her, and it only makes the helpless anger boil hotter and brighter inside. Why is she crying? This is ridiculous. She's just training. A strangled yell erupts from her as she launches her spear, and then a harrowing noise of frustration follows on its heels when it clatters to the ground, skimming off the side. She flexes her hand to call it back to her only to pause when Diana - previously watching silently from the sidelines - darts in and picks it up on her jaws, turning to look at Soleil with an inscrutable expression before taking off.
"Hey! Diana, come back!" Even her command is weak and befuddled, strained with lack of breath as she nevertheless gives chase. Her hair is a disaster of what used to be a bun, dark coils of hair falling out of the tie and into her face or plastered to her sweaty forehead. Running after her companion, Soleil slows with an expression of discomfort - something she is hardly ever seen wearing - when Diana drops the spear not far from Talyson's feet.
Swallowing back the hot ball of emotion in her throat, Soleil calls the spear back to her in a petulant show of rejection of Diana's plan. "Sorry," she mutters toward Tal on behalf of her companion. "Don't know what got into her."
kiss me like I'm a conviction, beg for divinity in my grasp
