Soleil
Soleil may know a little bit more about the world now with Maeve’s and the working girls’ teachings, but she is still a child whose instincts and former way of life directly oppose the rules and social niceties of this new one she finds herself in. It’s likely a good thing she’s adorable because it allows her more leniency when she snaps or snarls.
Leniency that is stretched to the limit as she races away from the stall merchant chasing her down the beach, screaming profanities at her back. It shouldn’t be possible for a little girl to outrun a full grown man - in fact Sol is only capable of it because of the way she weaves between unfortunate pedestrians - but it’s clear she won’t manage it for long.
Sure enough she gets snatched up by the back of her dress, held aloft like a pup by the nape as the puce-faced merchant hollers. Reaching for her ill-gotten goods of smoked meat that she clasps to her chest and folds her entire body around, snapping her blunt, useless teeth at him. “It’s mine! Let go of me!” The merchant’s face deepens in color, outraged but clearly hesitant to get much more violent. “Give it up, you thief! You have nothing to trade!” Which is true, but Soleil has found nothing to hunt either, and her new body is useless at stalking the hels she’s able to find. The Halenani girls feed her and Luka, but she feels the instinctual urge to provide food for her brother waiting back at their temporary home.
Leniency that is stretched to the limit as she races away from the stall merchant chasing her down the beach, screaming profanities at her back. It shouldn’t be possible for a little girl to outrun a full grown man - in fact Sol is only capable of it because of the way she weaves between unfortunate pedestrians - but it’s clear she won’t manage it for long.
Sure enough she gets snatched up by the back of her dress, held aloft like a pup by the nape as the puce-faced merchant hollers. Reaching for her ill-gotten goods of smoked meat that she clasps to her chest and folds her entire body around, snapping her blunt, useless teeth at him. “It’s mine! Let go of me!” The merchant’s face deepens in color, outraged but clearly hesitant to get much more violent. “Give it up, you thief! You have nothing to trade!” Which is true, but Soleil has found nothing to hunt either, and her new body is useless at stalking the hels she’s able to find. The Halenani girls feed her and Luka, but she feels the instinctual urge to provide food for her brother waiting back at their temporary home.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
