to forge

Soleil

Though she hasn’t had human manners instilled into her just yet, Sol’s inherent kindness puts a damper on things like screeching, though her volume modulation still leaves much to be desired. Still, Deimos seems pleased enough, and upon hearing Talyson’s voice without him being present the girl makes a garbled sound caught between a gasp and exclamation that immediately afflicts her with hiccups.

“S-sor- hic - ry!” she amends in a strained, loud whisper, still beaming with delight. Covering her mouth with both hands to try and stifle the hiccuping so she might still be able to listen, the young girl leaves the rest to Deimos.

let us live like flowers, darling
wild and beautiful and drenched in sun