Oh, Caeser. He was always a ball of trouble, wasn't he? It was typically always certain that whenever something happened, Caeser had something to do with it. Between off-handed comments and the general tough-and-tumble attitude of the Officer, Solveig was always ready to assume the worst of the man. But even she was surprised that he would capture another Territory's kid. That was tricky territory. It was the general assumption that kids were not to be touched- but then again, why not?

Besides, this kid was about Goldie's age. More than old enough to have her own mind. And for Solveig to be consenting something like this, even out of the understanding that she wouldn't be able to stop Caeser, nor would she dare to stand up to him, was quite the feat in it of itself. No, she wouldn't have the guts to go against Caeser, but perhaps she silently disagreed with the notion. Well, at least for now. They would just have to wait and see.

Silently, the violet-eyed snowshoe slid up into what would likely be the beginnings of a crowd, bowing her head slightly to Caeser. "Officer Cipher, what use is she to us?" the question would come through their minds, a careful message of telepathy sung in her honey-sweet voice. She wasn't questioning his motives, but rather curious what had drove him to make this capture- and what he planned to do with her.

No longer than she had spoke did Caeser send a fireball towards her face. Solveig's face showed no surprise, though she gathered her paws beneath herself to sit, her gaze now more inutrigued and fixated on the group in front of her. Oh, this was going to be interesting.

/hh ninjaed

This was no kit. In Solveig's mind, that much was assured. They weren't like Goldie- young, still innocent despite her age, who would likely be blubbering and crying in this sitauation, crying for her father. OF course she had no doubt GOldie was stronger than that, but she did not agree with Rochelle. Even now, watching the child curse and argue back with Caeser was enough to prove her point. "She's old enough to know her own mind. She's made that clear.:

No sooner had she spoke, however, did she watch as Pele ran for Caeser, attempting to headbutt him in the chest. With a flash of amusement gleaming over her eyes at the sight, Solveig would attempt to reach out for Pele's mind, to make her hallucinate (briefly) a bright flash of light, like the sun had shone into her eyes for several moments on end, dazzling her with dots of color and blinding her temporarily. It was not meant to down her, but rather to confuse her and make her stop in her tracks- though perhaps she did it just long enough after that Caeser might be headbutted in the chest.

Y'know, for good measure.

"If we asked, would you answer?" Solveig asked next, still having not moved from her spot at all, even as her gaze remained trained on the young Pele and her brief attempt of a mental attack.