Soleil
“No!” Soleil is adamant and quick to object, head shaking until her curls are a veritable cyclone around her face. She squeezes Paige’s hand tighter as if to chase away some perceived offense she has created in her own mind. “You're cool because you chased that guy away without even doing anything! But…but being older means you’ve had more time to be cool.” It’s the best way she can explain it, but Soleil is adamant that Paige understands her coolness is inherent.
Halo is a foreign word to her, and she turns from where she’s ankle deep in the water to tilt her head at the other girl, inquisitive now that it has been mentioned twice. “What’s a Halo?” The sound of the word is pleasant and easy, unlike ‘Torchline’. But even that curiosity can’t hold her back from the seashells for long, scampering closer to Paige when the girl begins to explain so that she can look up at her from the base of the log and know they’re closer.
“I can keep them?” she gasps, color suffusing her lovely brown cheeks with a sudden flood of excitement. “But I thought we were going to trade them?” Even if the shells seem far more exciting than the meat in her little side bag, despite being far more useless.
Halo is a foreign word to her, and she turns from where she’s ankle deep in the water to tilt her head at the other girl, inquisitive now that it has been mentioned twice. “What’s a Halo?” The sound of the word is pleasant and easy, unlike ‘Torchline’. But even that curiosity can’t hold her back from the seashells for long, scampering closer to Paige when the girl begins to explain so that she can look up at her from the base of the log and know they’re closer.
“I can keep them?” she gasps, color suffusing her lovely brown cheeks with a sudden flood of excitement. “But I thought we were going to trade them?” Even if the shells seem far more exciting than the meat in her little side bag, despite being far more useless.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
