Soleil
some years of our life are meant for growing
Edmund had made good on his promise to show Soleil the ropes of praying to Dygra, but it had not ended up being in the Climb. Given she's been in the Grounds for most of the season now, she'd been delighted to find out there was a shrine - a singular shrine she believes - to the Ancient Goddess. No hiking through lava flows required!
Of course, Soleil isn't going to snub Edmund the second he does something for her, so Sol had procured kites from her satchel the moment he'd seemed remotely likely to try and politely excuse himself so she could pray. Apparently it was meant to be a fad this season, selling like hotcakes nearly everywhere else, but the downpour in the Grounds had led to many disgruntled merchants with far too many spools and shells - not that Soleil understands the logic of that. So far she's having a blast, even if the initial creation had been a bit hard with wet and slippery fingers. At least they're personalized that way!
So it is that they are huddled near the entrance of the cave, damp from being forced to swim out to the mouth of it, trying to use the slipstream of wind to fly their handmade kites without the rain taking them down. Soleil has been laughing herself sick already, and as her kite careens into Edmund's and nearly takes them both down, her voice squeaks and shakes as she tries to breathe through the laughing fit. "I think I understand why the seller had so much backstock," she wheezes, lifting a hand from the string to rub tears of laughter out of her eyes.
Of course, Soleil isn't going to snub Edmund the second he does something for her, so Sol had procured kites from her satchel the moment he'd seemed remotely likely to try and politely excuse himself so she could pray. Apparently it was meant to be a fad this season, selling like hotcakes nearly everywhere else, but the downpour in the Grounds had led to many disgruntled merchants with far too many spools and shells - not that Soleil understands the logic of that. So far she's having a blast, even if the initial creation had been a bit hard with wet and slippery fingers. At least they're personalized that way!
So it is that they are huddled near the entrance of the cave, damp from being forced to swim out to the mouth of it, trying to use the slipstream of wind to fly their handmade kites without the rain taking them down. Soleil has been laughing herself sick already, and as her kite careens into Edmund's and nearly takes them both down, her voice squeaks and shakes as she tries to breathe through the laughing fit. "I think I understand why the seller had so much backstock," she wheezes, lifting a hand from the string to rub tears of laughter out of her eyes.
but this one - this one is for blooming
