Soleil
It’s torture to wait for the young man to make it to his destination, but Soleil is nothing if not polite, and patience is a virtue that must be trained like any other skill. So she tries her best not to restlessly wander or wriggle at Deimos’ hip as they stare at the snowflake shaped device, awaiting -
And then Tal’s voice is there, clear as if he were standing in the room with them, and Soleil startles. She recovers gracefully a moment later and eagerly leans in (too close, but she doesn’t know that) to respond with effusive joy. “Hello mister, and miss dragon! We can hear you!” It’s only polite to give them titles when she doesn’t know their names, but her voice is unintentionally a little too loud as it rings down the line, bright with excitement.
And then Tal’s voice is there, clear as if he were standing in the room with them, and Soleil startles. She recovers gracefully a moment later and eagerly leans in (too close, but she doesn’t know that) to respond with effusive joy. “Hello mister, and miss dragon! We can hear you!” It’s only polite to give them titles when she doesn’t know their names, but her voice is unintentionally a little too loud as it rings down the line, bright with excitement.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
