Eleven pounds of sunlight, Solaire announces herself before she appears — a chirp, then a rumble as she approaches.
From atop the walls she sings to the kingdom.
Sing back, and her tail rattles with joy.
When she purrs, a motor idles beneath your palm; when she moves, the earth quakes beneath her paws.
She arrives on her own schedule. You learn to read the tremors.
Solaire, Herald of Joy
Familiar No. 4
Golden Amber Glow — juicy blood orange softening into warm amber and vanilla.
Citrus first, warmth second, a little coconut-sugar sweetness underneath.
Eleven pounds of sunlight, warmed.