Soleil
Preening with pleasure over the praise, Soleil kicks her heels idly against the counter, careful not to do so too hard but setting a jaunty little beat. Watching as Maeve measures the other two ingredients that require a bit more steady and practiced a hand, Soleil mouths the words to herself to try and commit their effects to memory.
Peering into the new bowl, Soleil shakes her head and marvels at how freely she can do so with her hair tied neatly up. Her dad does what he can, but neither of them are used to her hair - fur was much easier to groom growing up, and Sol is already learning that mostly women have longer hair. “So we’re supposed to break them?” she clarifies, and then wriggles closer with wonder when Maeve does exactly that. Soleil is not the type of child to find joy in destruction, but the sound and revelation of the inner contents were still delightful to see. “Will you help me?” she asks even as she grabs the next egg, tapping it lightly against the rim of the bowl with far too little pressure to be successful.
Peering into the new bowl, Soleil shakes her head and marvels at how freely she can do so with her hair tied neatly up. Her dad does what he can, but neither of them are used to her hair - fur was much easier to groom growing up, and Sol is already learning that mostly women have longer hair. “So we’re supposed to break them?” she clarifies, and then wriggles closer with wonder when Maeve does exactly that. Soleil is not the type of child to find joy in destruction, but the sound and revelation of the inner contents were still delightful to see. “Will you help me?” she asks even as she grabs the next egg, tapping it lightly against the rim of the bowl with far too little pressure to be successful.
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
