[center][h2][color=#ffe675]Soleil Petit[/color][/h2][sub] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1ArSqgv9TE&ab_channel=HatCHeTHaZ]Apotheosis[/url][/sub][/center] One week ago Soleil was deemed blind enough that a seeing-eye dog was a fair approximation for her next Christmas gift. Down the line, she'd maybe be blessed with some form of companion meant to ease the pain. But there was a very clear difference between numbing a pain and fixing the source. A dog, some mutt that could chase a ball and lead Soleil into traffic, it was unnecessary and wouldn't fix anything either way. But this. Soleil had taken a pill, some supplement it was referred to as. Some supplement indeed. As Soleil struck the keys of her piano, a faint light struck out from inside her. When she blinked, it too momentarily faded. The colour was dull as it leapt from the keys to the walls around her. It skipped along her fingertips and flattened out against a window. She picked up pace. More colours bound from the piano and into the room illuminating her surroundings. A trip to the library confirmed her hopes, Chromesthesia an impossible condition to develop and a miracle for a girl gone blind. Better yet, she preferred the hyper colour that painted her pictures now over her old plain eyes from her childhood. The images she could see, the shapes she made out, it was as if someone had dumped a bucket of multicolour paint all over them. They dripped in colour and while their shapes were clear details were lost upon her. But she knew braille and she had coped with her blindness for ten years, now she would be able to experience some things once more. While she would not be able to see the sun in the sky, she could make out a person beside her, what they were wearing. Sweat dripped from Soleil's brow as her fingers quickened once more, and while their melodies grew ever more dependent on her being able to see where she would strike the instrument next, she was able to see exactly where that was. She struck each key with a confidence that was unlike her. As she became more tired, grew sorer she nearly leapt up off the piano bench and placed her headphones on her ears. The song continued - as she was playing along. Her hands met her pockets and her eyes met their second favourite new sight. She could see sound waves, like the tethers from something creating a sound, to it's destination. She gleefully plucked at one and could feel it's vibrations in her core. It had come from a women maybe thirty feet down the hall, her voice carried. Soleil found her way to the lab, it seemed the only rational place to go after all of everything that had happened. It belonged to one professor Rohrschach. Or, maybe it was Rohrsnack? Rawrback? Either way, she could see things. That was definitely a plus. She noticed a particular string, a sound wave pass her by as she approached the area of the lab. The string coated the area like a sunrise, it's orangey hue washing over her perception and in the cloudiness of her lack of vision she could see it. It was Eastwood's voice. It bounced off of a bottle, which then created it's own string as it collided with someone's hand and then - all of the sudden, the string was gone. She had come to know this sensation as the Archeri effect - a string disappeared when she utilized her abilities and stored them wherever her dimensional locker existed. The strings, or sound waves were how Soleil saw when she wore her headphones and they presented an image akin to a sketched picture on a new piece of paper. Thin lines that shaded in an image. However the image lacked detail. It was mostly shapes, sizes and every once in a while textuers that she could make out. [color=#ffe675]"Eastwood."[/color] Soleil began as she approached the hulking mass of cattle-herder. [color=#ffe675]"How are you?"[/color] She asked stopping her landing by leaning against one of Eastwood's strong biceps. He was most likely used to it by now, an onlooker might think they had some sort of romantic engagement, but she simply liked to be around people. Hell, half the time her and Archeri were hanging out at the dorm Soleil was sprawled out on her bicep or shoulder. Sometimes she even napped around or on top of others. She was just kind of 'like that'. Piggy-backs were also commonplace in the Eastwood - Soleil friendship. But it was actually usually the giant can of Texan who suggested it. Either way, Eastwood would certainly not be surprised. She nudged her head against Eastwood's forearm and her headphones drooped off of her ears and down her neck. With them, the strings disappeared and she could no longer see the sketch of life. Instead she was returned to her hyper colour paintings. It wasn't so bad. [color=#ffe675]"Any idea what the doctor has planned for today?"[/color]