Hotaru's grip is like warm water when you're far, far too cold. It burns even though your mind tells you that it's perfectly alright. So it is that as her mother says she has to let her go, Flora bobs her head rapidly up and down.
Of course she had to let her go, she had to fix Enzo.
Hardly noticing the cloak on her shoulders, Flora turns wide eyes toward Hotaru. Her tears have all but stopped, and why shouldn't they? The fighting is over, and now her brother can be tended to. Hiccuping her grief and youthful confidence that her mother could solve anything, Flora shifts back on her knees, revealing Enzo's body in full.
[say]"Okay."[/say] She says on a giddy exhale. [say]"Inside and then..a healer, or....or.."[/say] Flora's smile widens, then falters. [say]"Right mom?"[/say]
Of course she had to let her go, she had to fix Enzo.
Hardly noticing the cloak on her shoulders, Flora turns wide eyes toward Hotaru. Her tears have all but stopped, and why shouldn't they? The fighting is over, and now her brother can be tended to. Hiccuping her grief and youthful confidence that her mother could solve anything, Flora shifts back on her knees, revealing Enzo's body in full.
[say]"Okay."[/say] She says on a giddy exhale. [say]"Inside and then..a healer, or....or.."[/say] Flora's smile widens, then falters. [say]"Right mom?"[/say]
