Soleil
By the time Deimos is done constructing whatever it is he is making, Soleil has managed to fill an entire page with snowflakes. They’re rather good for her age, and with minimal stains on her hands to show for it. When she goes to hold it up for Deimos to see, already halfway to smiling, she gasps and jumps to her feet when she spies the phones in his hands.
“They’re snowflakes too!” she gushes, nearly forgetting her drawing. She listens intently to his instructions, though it’s clear she won’t be the one carrying them out. That’s where the hovering-man comes in it seems. Soleil moves aside politely, beaming at the young man before turning back to Deimos. “Can I help test them?” Even just talking into the snow-phone would be delightful for her.
“They’re snowflakes too!” she gushes, nearly forgetting her drawing. She listens intently to his instructions, though it’s clear she won’t be the one carrying them out. That’s where the hovering-man comes in it seems. Soleil moves aside politely, beaming at the young man before turning back to Deimos. “Can I help test them?” Even just talking into the snow-phone would be delightful for her.
let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun
