Soleil
Let's sleep and rise by the sound of birdsong
Until the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away
See, the chastisement might have landed better if it wasn’t a clear indicator of pending success - success that comes on the tail end of prolonged, irritated silence. Fuck yeah, a win. “And risk you ignoring me instead of giving yours back? No thanks,” she quips with a grin that, while missing fangs of any Caido-race-variety, still communicates a similar presence. But it’s clear she’s far from daunted by Thalassa’s behavior, rebounding with a swift brightness the moment an opening is given. “I’m Soleil.” No fancy title or job. Though she’s certainly interested in Thalassa’s.Until the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away
She doesn’t jump on it immediately, both to give the woman a break from her presence (hah) but also because - subtle as it is - it’s clear the woman is really enjoying a moment to relax. When she does speak it’s a soft murmur that is far more composed than her previous chipperness. “I’ve never been on a real boat. Only skyboats. It looks…amazing,” she breathes, eyes unfocused as she looks out over the blood in the springs and instead seas Torchline’s ocean and merchant ships. “Is it hard to be Captain as an Ancient when the water is so cold? Is it more dangerous?” She bites her lip as it slips out; she is trying to slow down to match Thalassa’s slow conversation pace, but she can’t help the natural concern for others, or the even stronger inherent curiosity.
