Time Only Tells

Soleil

It's not the long flowing dress that you're in
Or the light coming off of your skin

The sun has burned off all the early morning fog in the plaza, and though the wind is strong up in the clouds today it doesn't seem to deter the sellers in the least as they set out their signs with weighted bags and continue about their business. As the next stop on her personal journey through all the lands, civilized or otherwise, Soleil cannot help but gawk at the modern amenities of the city. As a young woman who already struggles with feeling human, it is almost intimidating.

But like any young woman with confidence to spare and plenty of coin, Soleil is enticed by the notion of going on a shopping spree. She'd already had one in Torchline, but who was around to stop her from doing it twice?

First she buys a lovely leather satchel with floral embroidery floss hand-stitched onto the shoulder strap and flap closure - to hold all of her pending purchases of course. Gallivanting about with her hair natural and loose in a cloud of curls today, heedless of the hot wind, the young woman flits from shopfront to shopfront like an eager butterfly, peering at all the options and gracefully - but dangerously - sweeping past and through gaggles of other shoppers on long brown legs.

It's the fragile heart you protected for so long
The mercy in your sense of right and wrong