Citrus and Honey

Soleil

Let's sleep and rise by the sound of birdsong
Until the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away

She wasn't planning on gloating, but since Thalassa gives her the perfect opportunity by turning away, Soleil sneaks in a quick fist pump. Trailing after her, Soleil pauses and visibly considers the options. Blood doesn't freak her out, but is it...hygienic? She's immediately distracted as Thalassa starts undressing, ogling her for a moment for appreciation's sake before returning to her contemplations since she did just use warding off perverts as a bargaining chip.

Deciding to just go for it (as she often does in life) Soleil follows the still-unnamed woman into the blood bath, marveling at how strangely pretty it looks on her skin as it clings and runs in rivulets back to the source. Submerging herself to her chest, Sol props her elbows on the edge of the spring behind her and hums a soft, natural sound of satisfaction as she also turns her face to the sun.

To her credit, Sol is able to last a few good minutes before her chatty nature catches up to her, and she peeks one eye open to inspect her tentative companion(?). "Have you met Dygra? I've prayed to her before, but I've never been answered." Likely because Soleil doesn't want to become Ancient, which she can understand. She's content simply leaving offerings instead to show her appreciation. It doesn't mean she isn't deathly curious though.