loose lips sink ships

[soleil]

A spindly little blue roan, Soleil steps delicately through the trees of the forest. She likes the way they sit so closely together - her favorite hiding spots are those that should not be hiding spots at all. Truthfully, is a relatively normal looking girl, going unnoticed amongst the many unique faces of Beqanna. The yearling does not mind, though. Remaining unremarkable allows for easier picking of brains.

Most do not notice the chaotic way that she sends happiness their way. Sure, she would probably like inducing anger more, but sending joy to the wrong moments is enough to sate her need to destruction. Like cupid with his bow and arrow, she haphazardly tosses her power first here, then there, so young and careless. How unstoppable she must be, with a coldness like her mother and a probing ability to get one to love like her father.

Among these trees, she is alive. Tephra is lovely but damn is it hot. Sol finds she much prefers the shade of a canopy and the minds of complete strangers.

soleil