This evening, Solar was the sun. Well, they always were, being the sun was their job. But now, they were fully embodying it. An angelic halo glowed behind his head, long rays resembling sunbeams wreathing his head in light. Multiple sets of tiny wings, tipped with glowing golden feathers, wrapped around his shoulders and face. Solar looked, well, like an angel. Innocent and pure, loving and forgiving. Did the Capitol know? Did they know that this really /was/ Solar, in their purest form? Well, they could show them. Now was as good a time as any. They summoned their voice. "H... hello?" They whispered at first. No, that wouldn't be enough. Louder, Solar, come on. They're gonna love you. "Hello," He repeated, louder and stronger this time. He had been instinctively holding his paws as though in prayer, and after years of acting he knew exactly what each of his expressions looked like. Now, it was a hopeful, shy smile, the sort that a lot of audiences found endearing. "It's... it's lovely to meet you all! I look forward to showing you what I can do." What could he do, though? Well, Solar would figure it out. No matter what, the audience /had/ to love him. And they would! They would, right?
Guess it was just a bad art day for me, it was the will of the universe idk man
