Soleil
Luka is calm where she is stormy, and Sol clings to him in the hopes that it will somehow physically rub off on her. Everything here is loud she is beginning to realize as the outside world filters in the longer she adjusts. It's overwhelming. Luka's whine draws her back from staring out at their surroundings, and she turns to tuck beneath his chin, allowing him to nuzzle into her hair. "It wasn't a dream, it wasn't," she objects, little body shaking with the terrible memories. "They were dead," she begins to cry, tears bubbling over, the little girl so used to feeling her emotions intensely and without apology. Death is something she doesn't fully understand except in the sense that things must die to feed them, and that those who die go to another place and can never return.
Soleil's tears are forgotten as she shrieks at the sudden appearance of a large, terrifying winged creature, and she skitters back on all fours, grabbing at her brother to try and pull him along with her. Little teeth are bared as a snarl leaves her, garbled by human vocals but still fierce in its delivery. The spoken words that follow the creature's arrival don't register, too focused on this new immediate threat - until the creature is pushed back by the woman who was speaking, easy as anything. Soleil postures overtop her brother, bristling and breathing hard as she tries to calm her rabbiting heart thundering in her ears, making it hard to hear the woman's words. They are soft and comforting, but Soleil can't trust them. She has no idea where they are, what sort of pack politics to adhere to.
It's all too much to consider, so when the woman's hand extends Soleil snaps her teeth at it in warning. "Go! Go away!" Her voice trembles but she shouts it with all her tiny might, still trying to conceal her brother as her amber eyes dart between the newly-named Maeve and the terrible creature she had called Aidon.
Soleil's tears are forgotten as she shrieks at the sudden appearance of a large, terrifying winged creature, and she skitters back on all fours, grabbing at her brother to try and pull him along with her. Little teeth are bared as a snarl leaves her, garbled by human vocals but still fierce in its delivery. The spoken words that follow the creature's arrival don't register, too focused on this new immediate threat - until the creature is pushed back by the woman who was speaking, easy as anything. Soleil postures overtop her brother, bristling and breathing hard as she tries to calm her rabbiting heart thundering in her ears, making it hard to hear the woman's words. They are soft and comforting, but Soleil can't trust them. She has no idea where they are, what sort of pack politics to adhere to.
It's all too much to consider, so when the woman's hand extends Soleil snaps her teeth at it in warning. "Go! Go away!" Her voice trembles but she shouts it with all her tiny might, still trying to conceal her brother as her amber eyes dart between the newly-named Maeve and the terrible creature she had called Aidon.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
