Soleil
The easy physicality is something Soleil has dearly missed and been unfairly deprived of since her arrival in Caido. Though Luka was raised the same way, and as such is reliable in his constant presence, the Halenani girls are rather perfunctory in their touches. Whether it's a reluctance to lay too heavy a claim to a child you can't raise on your own, or a desire to not grow too attached, Soleil doesn't know. It may very well be societal, but all she knows is that Paige's easy touches soothe something hurt inside her that has been aching for so many days now she has forgotten it used to not.
It makes the exploration of the tide pool unfortunate in the sense that she doesn't want to be so far away - even a mere few feet - but the older girl is full of wisdom and information that helps bridge the physical gap. Looking up to the very distant shadow of mountains on the horizon, Soleil bites her lip. "Do you think my family's there, then?" The topic has been danced around enough for Sol to understand, even in her youth, that the locals here don't think her family is in this world at all, but Soleil can't help but hope. Holding the shells closer to her chest, focusing on the sand that rubs against her fingertips, the girl banishes those hopes and tries to think about things like decorations instead. "I've never made either of those. Let's do it!" Spinning, she hurries back to Paige with her goods, laying them out carefully on the log next to the older girl so they can peruse them together - and determine what may yet be needed for these projects.
It makes the exploration of the tide pool unfortunate in the sense that she doesn't want to be so far away - even a mere few feet - but the older girl is full of wisdom and information that helps bridge the physical gap. Looking up to the very distant shadow of mountains on the horizon, Soleil bites her lip. "Do you think my family's there, then?" The topic has been danced around enough for Sol to understand, even in her youth, that the locals here don't think her family is in this world at all, but Soleil can't help but hope. Holding the shells closer to her chest, focusing on the sand that rubs against her fingertips, the girl banishes those hopes and tries to think about things like decorations instead. "I've never made either of those. Let's do it!" Spinning, she hurries back to Paige with her goods, laying them out carefully on the log next to the older girl so they can peruse them together - and determine what may yet be needed for these projects.
everyone around her seemed brighter and better
for having known her
for having known her
