{se} I need a cure, prescribe a drug

Soleil

I was born a lover
And I will die that way

Now, Soleil doesn’t really drink. She’s sort of that almost unbearable ‘I’m drunk on life!’ type of person, preferring to dance and try all manner of bar food than get sloshed. However, in Soleil’s mind, trying out fruity cocktail after fruity cocktail and leaving them half-finished to acquire a delightful buzz is different.

Oblivious to the various people vainly trying to snag her attention, Soleil sits humming in a corner of the bar, scribbling notes in a cute little journal she has propped on one thigh. Occasionally pausing to tap her pen against her lip, she pouts contemplatively. “Is it worth it though? Bottles are such a pain to lug around,” she sighs, ankle bouncing as she mutters to herself. It’s clear she’s from out of town given her shorts and bikini top, but the chill of the ocean hadn’t bothered her much as a Halovian, and the Miana’s shallower waters had been downright refreshing. A perfect start to her Deepfrost.

Lavender forever, kiss it till it's better
Honey sticky fingers for life