Soleil
Soleil is light and easy to maneuver, and she goes willingly into Maeve’s hands to be placed upon the counter. She hangs on the Nightshade’s words as if they’re law, unease banished with alacrity. Giggling at Maeve’s display and the tickle of her fingers alike, a scary face is out of the question, but her voice is loud and bright with north as she wriggles and her heels kick against the counter, shouting “Go away spirit!” in echoing chorus.
Her laughter turns into a shriek of delight as she shrinks away from Maeve’s questing teeth, shoulders hiking up like a turtle to hide her neck as she laughs in roiling peals of brightness, trying to playfully push the woman away. Cheeks warm and rosy beneath her brown skin when Maeve relents, the memory of the spirit is banished easily, and Sol focuses anew on the promise of baked sweets. “Cookies!” Turning to the bowl she frowns at it, considering. “So what do we do first?”
Her laughter turns into a shriek of delight as she shrinks away from Maeve’s questing teeth, shoulders hiking up like a turtle to hide her neck as she laughs in roiling peals of brightness, trying to playfully push the woman away. Cheeks warm and rosy beneath her brown skin when Maeve relents, the memory of the spirit is banished easily, and Sol focuses anew on the promise of baked sweets. “Cookies!” Turning to the bowl she frowns at it, considering. “So what do we do first?”
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
