Hotaru
Hotaru spares a moment to be vulnerable, even if for only a breath. More than most would be lucky to see. "Yes. I was parted from my partner and children when I arrived here. It's not a burden I would wish on anyone." Though her physical body had been relatively young when she had arrived in Caido. Perhaps only a handful of years older than Lilliane. How many years now has she been here? They seem to have slipped away from her.
A graceful laugh escapes her, heterochromatic eyes sparkling with mirth. "I know, seems blasphemous right?" It's spoken with a gentle humor. "But they are our creators, or at least they are the heralds of them. I assume they are inclined to like us in some way, if not love, as a parent would for their child. And we certainly can do many things for them that they cannot do on their own. Maybe not individually, but as a whole." Perhaps that will help Lilliane warm to the idea. Hotaru had always been too motivated, too obsessed with climbing to the top as a young woman, to be daunted by the idea of appearing selfish.
A graceful laugh escapes her, heterochromatic eyes sparkling with mirth. "I know, seems blasphemous right?" It's spoken with a gentle humor. "But they are our creators, or at least they are the heralds of them. I assume they are inclined to like us in some way, if not love, as a parent would for their child. And we certainly can do many things for them that they cannot do on their own. Maybe not individually, but as a whole." Perhaps that will help Lilliane warm to the idea. Hotaru had always been too motivated, too obsessed with climbing to the top as a young woman, to be daunted by the idea of appearing selfish.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
