Unnameable Land

Hotaru

I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines
until the poets run out of rhyme

The Refuge is bustling when she arrives. Summer is winding down and there is much to do in preparation for autumn she is sure. It makes it easier to move unnoticed through the streets, the hem of her dress tickling the skin of her legs as the light breeze provides a bit of relief to those working outside.

Given the large nature of the business, the House of Midnight is easy enough to spot. From the outside, it is far more akin to a home than a brothel with its dark wood and multiple floors, but it has not lost its approachability. Mysterious, perhaps, but still welcoming. She is pleased to see security and a receptionist the moment she arrives, and the receptionist is perfectly polite, neatly avoiding any assumptions as Hotaru approaches the desk and asks for Sunjata.

She considers investigating the bar she can see deeper within, but since she's not much of a drinker she merely stands with her hands clasped behind her back, taking it all in and wandering around the first floor as she awaits her guide.

until the mountains crumble into the sea
In other words, until eternity