Hotaru
She's the kinda girl that you can never please
The change is fluid and well-practiced, and again she is overtaken by hopeful daydreams that perhaps it is something she can learn in the near future. That Frey will take her in and change her nature, that she will soon join him in the primordial field and have revealed to her the animal shape of her soul. Or at least the first. But those are considerations for later, even if the flicker of flames always seems to draw out one’s musings. It’s a humorous, entirely human trait. The solitary bird is certainly not going to feed them both, and Deimos is all too aware if the amused tilt of his brows are any indication. “You may want to help catch one if you don’t like the charred outside,” she lobs back with a grin, sparks emanating from her fingertips as she stands and dusts off the sand on her skirt to go stalk the Hels on the shoreline. They are stupid things, and far too used to tourists and natives sharing the beach. Bagging another - or two, if Deimos prefers to lounge instead of hunt, though she doubts it - will be child’s play.
