Soleil
“I like cookies,” Soleil assures very seriously, as if the matter of what they are to bake is of grave importance. Tea is something she already knows she likes after days at Maeve’s side, drinking from cups that had been unwieldy and delicate in newly human hands. Maeve had gently coached her through the proper way to hold it. Hopefully today will be another wonderful memory like that.
The gasp sounds again, but sharper and more excited as what’s within is revealed. Gently gathering the clothes to her chest Soleil looks up at Maeve, eyes a little wet but smile bright. “I love them,” she whispers like a secret just for the two of them. Her father had said such clothes existed that she could wear in Halo, but the proof of it is now in her hands. “Thank you,” is uttered shyly, heartfelt. She holds onto the garments proudly with one arm all through town, the other free to hold Maeve’s hand, and only once they arrive in the kitchen does she reluctantly set down her new gift.
“Okay!” she agrees in a happy burst of sound, skittering over to the sink to wash her hands. Pausing with them wet she turns and tries to see past her hair clouding her peripheral vision. “Um…can you help me put my hair up?” she asks shyly, still too uncoordinated in her youth to do so herself.
The gasp sounds again, but sharper and more excited as what’s within is revealed. Gently gathering the clothes to her chest Soleil looks up at Maeve, eyes a little wet but smile bright. “I love them,” she whispers like a secret just for the two of them. Her father had said such clothes existed that she could wear in Halo, but the proof of it is now in her hands. “Thank you,” is uttered shyly, heartfelt. She holds onto the garments proudly with one arm all through town, the other free to hold Maeve’s hand, and only once they arrive in the kitchen does she reluctantly set down her new gift.
“Okay!” she agrees in a happy burst of sound, skittering over to the sink to wash her hands. Pausing with them wet she turns and tries to see past her hair clouding her peripheral vision. “Um…can you help me put my hair up?” she asks shyly, still too uncoordinated in her youth to do so herself.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
