Soleil
As if summoned on cue, Soleil sleepily pads down the hallway on socked feet, rubbing her eye to expel the sleepy grit that lingers on dark lashes. Her hair is neatly plaited to take its coils, or it likely would have exploded across her crown given her pancake-like sleeping habits, always flipping about.
Company isn’t a surprise necessarily, but her dad doesn’t often allow people inside when her and Luka are napping, so she creeps to the top of the stairs to try and steal a peek. Whoever it is, she’s unfamiliar, but clearly only to Soleil. Hopping down the stairs, Sol hustles to her father’s side and reaches with one hand to cling to his pants; not shy necessarily, just needing the touchstone still even after seasons reunited. “Daddy who’s this?” she asks curiously, only to flush and remember her (minimal) manners. Luckily her disposition usually makes up for any gaps, and she waves with a small smile at the blonde woman. “Hi, I’m Soleil.”
Company isn’t a surprise necessarily, but her dad doesn’t often allow people inside when her and Luka are napping, so she creeps to the top of the stairs to try and steal a peek. Whoever it is, she’s unfamiliar, but clearly only to Soleil. Hopping down the stairs, Sol hustles to her father’s side and reaches with one hand to cling to his pants; not shy necessarily, just needing the touchstone still even after seasons reunited. “Daddy who’s this?” she asks curiously, only to flush and remember her (minimal) manners. Luckily her disposition usually makes up for any gaps, and she waves with a small smile at the blonde woman. “Hi, I’m Soleil.”
the day will be whatever you make it
so rise like the sun and shine
so rise like the sun and shine
