Soleil
Soleil doesn't hold much concern over things like collateral damage, but given how Torchline has been getting the short end of the stick for the past season or so, it's only fair she doesn't overly terrorize the population. Yet.
Diana - eternally unimpressed even when Soleil is clearly being quite gracious and considerate - sits further down the beach away from the ominously smoking cloud that hangs over Apopo, far enough to be pointed but close enough for Soleil to feel her dismayed emotions. Buzzkill.
"Lava in the hole!" Soleil crows as she strikes her flint and sets the end of a small bundle of fireworks ablaze, turning to run barefoot in the sand away from her own impending disaster as her breathless laughter trails after her. It's not a very long fuse - an interesting choice on the merchant's behalf - so she spins to watch the BOOM! as her contraption goes off. She'd wedged the firecrackers against and partially beneath the hardened obsidian rock that had once been a lava flow, and she shrieks with delight as shards of black go exploding into the sky, cheering with her arms raised dramatically as the rocks come raining down in dull thumps into the sand.
It's an obnoxiously victorious pose that only her exasperated companion is privy to. Hopefully. This doesn't technically count as property damage, right? She is still even more technically a tourist.
Ah well, c'est la vie and all that.
Nova
Diana - eternally unimpressed even when Soleil is clearly being quite gracious and considerate - sits further down the beach away from the ominously smoking cloud that hangs over Apopo, far enough to be pointed but close enough for Soleil to feel her dismayed emotions. Buzzkill.
"Lava in the hole!" Soleil crows as she strikes her flint and sets the end of a small bundle of fireworks ablaze, turning to run barefoot in the sand away from her own impending disaster as her breathless laughter trails after her. It's not a very long fuse - an interesting choice on the merchant's behalf - so she spins to watch the BOOM! as her contraption goes off. She'd wedged the firecrackers against and partially beneath the hardened obsidian rock that had once been a lava flow, and she shrieks with delight as shards of black go exploding into the sky, cheering with her arms raised dramatically as the rocks come raining down in dull thumps into the sand.
It's an obnoxiously victorious pose that only her exasperated companion is privy to. Hopefully. This doesn't technically count as property damage, right? She is still even more technically a tourist.
Ah well, c'est la vie and all that.
Nova
sunkissed even in my darkest hours
