Soleil
Soleil submits her hands easily to Maeve’s cleaning, trying very hard to stay still and patient. She’s a naturally biddable and polite child, but as soon as sugar is one the scene, well…even the most well-behaved of children can get a little distracted.
It’s tempting to overfill the cup - more sugar means it tastes better right? Surely it wouldn’t do anything to the cookies in her mind - but with Maeve overseeing she doesn’t give into temptation, and it goes into the bowl with little issues (or changes). Taking the spoon, the girl immediately sets to her task, brow furrowed and tongue peeking out in concentration anew. It’s a much larger spoon than she’s used to, and she’s scarcely used to human utensils at all, but the apron takes the brunt of the splatters when they happen. The wet ingredients blend much easier, but as soon as they start slowly adding in the dry and the mixture becomes thicker and harder to stir, Soleil eventually hands over the spoon with an apologetic look. “My arms are tired, can you help?”
It’s tempting to overfill the cup - more sugar means it tastes better right? Surely it wouldn’t do anything to the cookies in her mind - but with Maeve overseeing she doesn’t give into temptation, and it goes into the bowl with little issues (or changes). Taking the spoon, the girl immediately sets to her task, brow furrowed and tongue peeking out in concentration anew. It’s a much larger spoon than she’s used to, and she’s scarcely used to human utensils at all, but the apron takes the brunt of the splatters when they happen. The wet ingredients blend much easier, but as soon as they start slowly adding in the dry and the mixture becomes thicker and harder to stir, Soleil eventually hands over the spoon with an apologetic look. “My arms are tired, can you help?”
a happy soul is the best shield
for a cruel world
for a cruel world
