Soleil
What is Soleil doing in the Citadel today? Nothing you need to know, and certainly nothing to do with the jam smeared on the corners of her mouth. She is intending to leave to find Luka or anyone else in her little pack, before she sees Deimos ascending the stairs with papers in his hands. Soleil brightens and scampers over to him, only to pout a little when someone else joins him, someone she doesn’t know. Still, Sol is a friendly creature, and she hasn’t seen Deimos in some time so she will not let the stranger’s appearance daunt her.
The other man hovers silently, but Soleil does not. Appearing at Deimos’ side where he sits, little hands tap on his thigh insistently to obtain his attention, and one rises to shield the side of her mouth like she’s sharing a secret. “What are you making Mister Deimos?” she whispers overly-loudly, tall enough at eight to see over the lip of the table but not much more. “And can I help?” Excitement bubbles up immediately at the idea, brightening with eager hope.
The other man hovers silently, but Soleil does not. Appearing at Deimos’ side where he sits, little hands tap on his thigh insistently to obtain his attention, and one rises to shield the side of her mouth like she’s sharing a secret. “What are you making Mister Deimos?” she whispers overly-loudly, tall enough at eight to see over the lip of the table but not much more. “And can I help?” Excitement bubbles up immediately at the idea, brightening with eager hope.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
