Soleil
Halo’s cold is familiar to the young girl, if entirely different to bear now that she has smooth skin instead of pleasantly insulated fur. Still, her winter dress from Maeve ensures she can still enjoy the beautiful garments she’d grown fond of in Torchline without sacrificing her comfort and warmth. It is what she wears today as she skips along with Luka’s mitten-covered hand clutched in her own, inseparable as ever. The event had been well advertised, and Soleil had been looking forward to it for days.
Catching sight at last of the smooth ice that is slowly collecting skaters, Sol gasps excitedly and drags Luka closer. “Let’s skate!” she crows, only dropping her twin’s hand so that she can kick her shoes off and begin putting on the skates that best match her small foot. With a little help from a kindly passerby, she is laced up and on her way out onto the ice - clutching to the railing to keep herself steady, but beaming and with warmth in her cheeks all the same.
Catching sight at last of the smooth ice that is slowly collecting skaters, Sol gasps excitedly and drags Luka closer. “Let’s skate!” she crows, only dropping her twin’s hand so that she can kick her shoes off and begin putting on the skates that best match her small foot. With a little help from a kindly passerby, she is laced up and on her way out onto the ice - clutching to the railing to keep herself steady, but beaming and with warmth in her cheeks all the same.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
