<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 stayed quiet as he offered to deal with people for her... to make her life a bit easier by making sure that people couldn't put their unwanted attentions on her. It was a little surprising... alarming, even... that someone who didn't know anything about her aside from her name and the fact that she didn't want to be an adventurer was offering so readily to help her. Still, she masked the surprise easily by focusing on shoving her new boots down in to her pack, tucked between the the heavy leather wall the pack provided and the rest of her things.<br/><br/>It was his singing, however, that really had her paying attention. Even as he sang, she seemed to go somewhat still, her hand resting inside her pack, as if in the middle of the hunt for some elusive object she was searching out. Mismatched eyes closed slowly as she listened, her head canting to the side slightly, taking in the soft, gentle tone. The words of the song left something to desire in her mind... she never understood why others looked at storms... the rain and clouds... as such gloomy things. The lightning and thunder made her feel alive... it made her heart sing... her muscles trembled in anticipation of the torrent that was going to happen.<br/><br/>And then... he suggested they go back inside. Away from the storm... out of where the rain would fall on them. A frown furrowed her brow and she looked at him seriously. "Better outside with the elements to battle than inside with people," she answered simply. There was something different in her voice as she said it... something almost distant and disjointed. Mismatched hues held a hint of something that could only be described as... other. Something settled between awe and a dream-like state seemed to enter her features, making what little he could see of the robe-clad woman's face seem placid and at ease. "People should look beyond what they can see," she finally murmured, barely loud enough to be heard, her hand finally withdrawing from her pack and tying it up, sitting back once more, her back resting against the building, and her eyes lifting to the heavens with a sad sort of hopeful gleam to them.