Soleil
Soleil hates the refuge.
She is a very bright and gentle child, but these days she seems more like a little thundercloud, afro nearly bristling with the tension apparent in her little body. Irma is their caretaker in the haven, and Soleil often lays in their strange bed at the end of the night, shame faced and guilty for how she treats the woman who is still undeniably pack. She can’t help it; everything is strange and scary again, and her father is gone again, and nothing is okay anymore.
Most days she paces like a caged animal. Never straying far from Irma despite her recent rebelliousness. Today, after Irma had snapped at her - entirely fairly, given Soleil’s recent treatment of her packmember - Soleil is in a completely different section of the haven than she’s used to. Sitting on the outskirts of a small field of late harvest plants, head in her knees, weeping.
She is a very bright and gentle child, but these days she seems more like a little thundercloud, afro nearly bristling with the tension apparent in her little body. Irma is their caretaker in the haven, and Soleil often lays in their strange bed at the end of the night, shame faced and guilty for how she treats the woman who is still undeniably pack. She can’t help it; everything is strange and scary again, and her father is gone again, and nothing is okay anymore.
Most days she paces like a caged animal. Never straying far from Irma despite her recent rebelliousness. Today, after Irma had snapped at her - entirely fairly, given Soleil’s recent treatment of her packmember - Soleil is in a completely different section of the haven than she’s used to. Sitting on the outskirts of a small field of late harvest plants, head in her knees, weeping.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
