She wasn’t anything special. She was just as strong as the other Amazons, just as fast, just as dedicated-but just ‘just.’ She had little to set her apart from her sisters, and she liked it that way. She had no desire to rule, no desire to become the best- she just wanted to live and let live, happy in her life. Happy to be in love with Eponin, happy to be, when the Amazons made the change after Amarice's miraculous recovery, one of the Queen’s Guard, happy to just be part of something. She had her friends, had her love, had her job- for everything, Solari was glad.

Perhaps it was this that made her such a target for secrets.

Dragons told her things- she knew when Ephiny was going to propose to Amarice because she told her, off handedly, though she quickly became flushed and flustered at her admission. She knew that Lucretia was poisoning Doctor, because she told her so- she then threatened to do the same to her if she ever told, though Solari was able to convince her that her secret was safe (she had heard the stories, and so was glad the old dragon slept). She knew that Angie had a lover of her own, somewhere out in the large world of theirs; she knew that Yako still feared her demon husband’s return, knew that Carmilla was still struggling with the Shade’s touch, knew all of the drama that was going on with the ‘gods’ of their clan- she knew everything. She even knew secrets about dragons outside of the clan, dragons from the clans she visited with Gabrielle or Tamora, because they just…told her.

They told her, and slowly her hoard of secrets grew. Some she tried to forget, some she held onto for later, but all that she heard.

Because even within her happiness at her normal, simple life, she was glad to be the Keeper of the Secrets, and so kept her ears sharp for the next one to come her way.