Hotaru
It should not sound like a humble confession, the admission that she is a doctor of non-magical means, and Hotaru firmly waves her hand as if swatting the notion away. "That's far more admirable in many ways," she immediately insists, "for example some Abandoned cannot be healed by magical means. There's a woeful lack of basic first aid comprehension in this world." It is all the more admirable that she had once been capable of healing the Ascended too, no matter how the ability might not serve her now. "Perhaps you should reach out to one or both of them. I'd love to host an array of healers at the Academy for my students to learn from."
Grinning, Hotaru repeats each hand signal with impressive recall if a few small flourishes of difference. "You never know, we could use it to mean 'watch out for that blowfish behind you'." Her grin only curls further at the corners, positively impish. "Unless you're a fan of impromptu butt piercings. I won't judge - this is a safe space."
Grinning, Hotaru repeats each hand signal with impressive recall if a few small flourishes of difference. "You never know, we could use it to mean 'watch out for that blowfish behind you'." Her grin only curls further at the corners, positively impish. "Unless you're a fan of impromptu butt piercings. I won't judge - this is a safe space."
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
