Altair's comment on Soleil's drawing widened his grin, the tips of his ears turning red. Sol may have been looking at him- respectfully- which he wasn't shy over, but the sincere-seeming compliment of Sol's art embarrassed him a little.
Everything that happened afterward didn't help his bewilderment. Bits of what had gone on felt clear as river mud. What was, was that he hadn't thought enough before opening his mouth. Figuratively speaking. Should probably work on that, he'd decided. Aside from a signed apology toward Ailis, he added nothing else and spent their time traveling by thinking to himself.
He'd relaxed by the time they reached Dantooine. The air, alight with evening birdsong, scented with grass and trees, helped significantly. Sol never noticed city smog so much as when he escaped it. Walking up with the others instead of falling behind like Taris, he found his eyes drawn to those particular buildings that seemed in weirdly good shape. That plus some blackbirds who nested on roofs and watched the newcomers.
Conversation pulled his attention back with raised eyebrows. The potential of actual ghosts was enticing, but then so was a good joke. Sol smirked and gave an 'OK' sign to the Tiefling when he'd looked back and mentioned playing along. He was also kinda curious about Maerae, glancing interestedly between the other acolytes. Unwilling to randomly interject, he scrawled something on his notepad instead and idly chewed some sour-sweet bubblegum.
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