Soleil
youngsters should plan ahead
Soleil reinforces her smile with greater warmth upon witnessing Tal's shoulders straightening. It may be a fruitless mission, but that doesn't mean it isn't worthy of doing anyway, and Soleil can cement herself to that if nothing else. She's quite good at picking a hill and planting deep roots even if she isn't fully willing to die on it.
"I've met Maea once, she seemed nice," Soleil declares easily, as if she's ever encountered someone sour enough to become unworthy of the appraisal. "I'm a little bummed about Edmund, but honestly I joined the Guild to find other people who liked adventuring or needed a partner on a trip or two." Sol grins and gestures with her broom at their general situation - case in point. "I don't really care who leads it, or its purpose. Maybe that makes me a bad guild member, but I don't want the thing I love doing to become too much of a job, y'know?" He may very well not, but Soleil isn't sure if Tal loves delivering packages so she can't really discredit it.
Eyeing the growing shadows, Soleil's smile wobbles at the corners but holds stubbornly fast. Continuing her inspection of the river below the ice, she tries to keep her attention split in perfect thirds between what she reveals with her broom, Talyson's eyes, and the growing purple terror.
"I've met Maea once, she seemed nice," Soleil declares easily, as if she's ever encountered someone sour enough to become unworthy of the appraisal. "I'm a little bummed about Edmund, but honestly I joined the Guild to find other people who liked adventuring or needed a partner on a trip or two." Sol grins and gestures with her broom at their general situation - case in point. "I don't really care who leads it, or its purpose. Maybe that makes me a bad guild member, but I don't want the thing I love doing to become too much of a job, y'know?" He may very well not, but Soleil isn't sure if Tal loves delivering packages so she can't really discredit it.
Eyeing the growing shadows, Soleil's smile wobbles at the corners but holds stubbornly fast. Continuing her inspection of the river below the ice, she tries to keep her attention split in perfect thirds between what she reveals with her broom, Talyson's eyes, and the growing purple terror.
otherwise they're good as dead
