<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: 1 pm-ish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: 1 pm-ish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Outside the Bold Bison<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Outside the Bold Bison<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>Sol was hard pressed to tear her eyes from the sky above her, the roiling black-gray of the clouds seemed to fascinate her and the thought of the rain on her skin set her blood to rushing in her veins, causing deep, forbidden parts of her to quake in a mixture of anticipation and fear. Her thoughts were all but consumed by the memory of the dream she'd had just the night prior, and so she barely heard anything of what he said, though it could easily be assumed to be some kind of plea for her to reconsider regarding going inside or staying out in the open. "If you're so afraid of the weather, go on inside then," she said in an almost dismissive tone, but then he was sitting next to her and a delicately feathered white eyebrow quirked in curiosity. Well... he wasn't going to give up easily, now was he?<br/><br/>Black swathed arms crossing over her full chest, she wondered for a moment if perhaps she shouldn't just go along with it in case the storm really was magic... she wasn't afraid of it, magic or not, but she wasn't in the business of having another person's blood on her hands if he did something stupid like hung around in a storm where he likely didn't stand a chance of protecting himself. She was just about to concede defeat and head inside when another voice all together broke in in the middle of their conversation.<br/><br/>Admittedly, it was a bit rude to not wait for a real lull in their talking, but it was also fortuitous that the odd female was standing there now. Perhaps a mostly-naked wild thing would distract her white haired companion from his campaign to get himself killed by sitting out a storm he was in no way equipped to deal with. As Nemea was saying hello to the other woman, Sol gestured at her absently. "Why don't you see if you can get her to go inside with you and perhaps go on that adventure you and Corann are so intent on? Looks like she might have some kind of skills to help you all out. If nothing else... she should certainly prove to be entertaining anytime you reach a town, dressed like that," she said with a soft chuckle before looking at the woman with a slight shrug. "No offense meant, of course."