Soleil
It's only my heart that you're taking
But you're so alive, it's amazing
Oh. Well, clearly Soleil hadn’t thought this through very much, because she’s a little disappointed to realize she won’t actually see Ludo this way. But you're so alive, it's amazing
Practically vibrating, Soleil’s cheeks ache with the force of her grin as it strives to match the gaping, stitched maw of the puppet levitating before her. Er, Diana. Definitely in front of Diana.
“Do you like it because you like the beach more than the tundra?” It’s hard not to fall prey to her excitement and play a very different game like Twenty Questions. Soleil had admittedly shot herself in the foot with trying to meet Dygra first. She must be practically geriatric as an Accepted meeting their first god at twenty-one. “Or because Torchline is more fun? Or because more things die here?” Her fingers wiggle spookily beneath the cloak, but the sheet-ghost effect is nullified by the invisibility she’s already forgotten about. Until Diana clacks her teeth, making it clear the act of feigning an open mouth (a la Stitch being a record player for Lilo) is growing tiring.
“Oh! Sorry! Um - I practiced this, lemme -” Soleil clears her throat hastily to squash her excitement, and intones gravely, “oh Great Puppet, please grant me a quest. Let me heal anything I can see.” Pausing, the tone drops away to a mutter, clearly bored by her own fine print. “Like Talyson’s distance dagger thing. Can it be like that?” With a little less torture, though Soleil thinks it’s only torturous for the courier because he’s a stick in the mud. She’d considered a rubberband gun or healing arrows, but the optics…her dad would go grey overnight if Soleil started shooting Halovians in the name of medicine.
All I wanted was a woman like you
With a fire in your heart, smoke in your eyes
With a fire in your heart, smoke in your eyes
