Soleil
"Yep," she pops the 'p' habitually even on a mumble. Soleil is a little too wild to care overmuch for what's really just scaled-up pest control - she's more bitter over failing to avoid fighting the thing when she'd actually meant to this time.
Her companion's secondhand embarrassment is palpable when Soleil flushes so hard she gets the spins over the woman's clearly practiced 'easy girl'. In fact when she looks back Diana is conveniently marching off to the other side of the spider, leaving Soleil to her fate and belated gratitude for the way exertion and darker skin hide the visual evidence of the low bar Colt just vaulted over.
"You must not be a native Halovian. Helping hands used to be cut off and eaten by cannibals not too long ago." Her grin is cheeky, dark humor skirting the edges as she pushes off her spear and slips it neatly over her shoulder into the holster on her back. "People are a lot subtler with their help around here; care packages on doorsteps, mysteriously paid tabs - you get the idea." Not exactly Soleil's style, but that's why she's more Halovian by name and nomadic by trade at this point in her life.
"So since you need nothing from me, I'll need your forwarding address for that care package - to do right by my people's ways, you see." Her omnipresent smile slants into an angled expression that clearly implies she doesn't actually mean it. Neatly stepping over the spider's nearest leg, she works counter-clockwise while searching for any remnants of silk on the hairy limbs to add to the collection in her bag. "I'm Soleil. Ludo sent me on a quest to collect silk from one of these guys for...well, no noble or impressive reasons." Soleil wants to make sticky bombs just because they're fun and stupid, and she really doesn't need Colt hot-laughing at her a second time. "Aside from Diana -" a quick chin gesture toward her wolf-sister 'keeping watch' nearby "- I don't really have anyone to call on for hare-brained but otherwise proper hunts - so it was supposed to be a silent in-and-out. But since they can hear a fly sneeze halfway down the tundra if it happened to get a sniffle while flying too close to a web..." It's not much of an excuse for her failure and probably just paints her in even more incompetent colors, so Soleil shrugs her way out of explaining much further by winding a remnant of silk around her fingers to ball it up, sliding it into her satchel and turning back to Colt. "So thank you, if I didn't say it before. Both of you - is this your companion?" Her fingers itch to pet and pamper, but she just tangles them further into the webbing to suppress the urge.
Her companion's secondhand embarrassment is palpable when Soleil flushes so hard she gets the spins over the woman's clearly practiced 'easy girl'. In fact when she looks back Diana is conveniently marching off to the other side of the spider, leaving Soleil to her fate and belated gratitude for the way exertion and darker skin hide the visual evidence of the low bar Colt just vaulted over.
"You must not be a native Halovian. Helping hands used to be cut off and eaten by cannibals not too long ago." Her grin is cheeky, dark humor skirting the edges as she pushes off her spear and slips it neatly over her shoulder into the holster on her back. "People are a lot subtler with their help around here; care packages on doorsteps, mysteriously paid tabs - you get the idea." Not exactly Soleil's style, but that's why she's more Halovian by name and nomadic by trade at this point in her life.
"So since you need nothing from me, I'll need your forwarding address for that care package - to do right by my people's ways, you see." Her omnipresent smile slants into an angled expression that clearly implies she doesn't actually mean it. Neatly stepping over the spider's nearest leg, she works counter-clockwise while searching for any remnants of silk on the hairy limbs to add to the collection in her bag. "I'm Soleil. Ludo sent me on a quest to collect silk from one of these guys for...well, no noble or impressive reasons." Soleil wants to make sticky bombs just because they're fun and stupid, and she really doesn't need Colt hot-laughing at her a second time. "Aside from Diana -" a quick chin gesture toward her wolf-sister 'keeping watch' nearby "- I don't really have anyone to call on for hare-brained but otherwise proper hunts - so it was supposed to be a silent in-and-out. But since they can hear a fly sneeze halfway down the tundra if it happened to get a sniffle while flying too close to a web..." It's not much of an excuse for her failure and probably just paints her in even more incompetent colors, so Soleil shrugs her way out of explaining much further by winding a remnant of silk around her fingers to ball it up, sliding it into her satchel and turning back to Colt. "So thank you, if I didn't say it before. Both of you - is this your companion?" Her fingers itch to pet and pamper, but she just tangles them further into the webbing to suppress the urge.
We will break away together, you the shadow and I the light
