Soleil
I wanna be a word you say at night
I wanna be a feeling you know you can't fight
Soleil concedes the difficulty of the notion with a grin, though if he'd allowed it she certainly would have figured out a way to do it. As Belial dives eagerly for a prize that's long gone, Soleil snickers in appreciation and is immediately pinned with an unimpressed stare from her own companion as Diana returns to her side. Party pooper; she better hope Soleil didn't inherit her father's luck or she'll end up bonding with another companion who will certainly be less straightlaced - and therefore drive Diana mad. I wanna be a feeling you know you can't fight
A decisive individual, Soleil quickly looks over the options and immediately points toward the daisies. "Those ones, they're easier to fit in a jar." The ferns would need to be coaxed, shoved, or bundled, and that sounds like an easy way to accidentally touch it to her. Approaching with more caution than she would normally display, Soleil singles out a daisy that marks the outer area of the cluster but isn't bordered by other void plants. "That one is probably easiest to grab. Should we use shovels, or am I on supervisor duty while you...?" Soleil wiggles her fingers toward him with a grin, which obviously means 'magic'. Behind her, Diana huffs a noise that sounds impressively like an aggrieved sigh to come from canine vocal chords. Tough crowd.
