Hotaru
I wanna be a word you say at night
I wanna be a feeling you know you can't fight
Hotaru is quite proud to be a rather public figure for Abandoned, and to have been stubborn and faithful enough to have been blessed with Attunement as well. It was certainly a slower and longer road than an Accepted would walk, but it was never impossible. "It's definitely doable if you're persistent. If you'd ever like me to accompany you to improve your odds just let me know doll." Frey doesn't crave followers like Safrin, but Hotaru would happily deliver more to their doorstep just because. I wanna be a feeling you know you can't fight
"Absolutely, exhaustion is an affliction the same as a sore muscle. It takes practice because it's harder to target intentionally given the less physical nature of the 'hurt' - and to focus your magic to heal only that portion instead of letting the magic intuitively seek out any and all injuries - but if you're using it on yourself then meditation is a great way to learn to find it." It would familiarize himself with the flow of energy in his own body to find where those more formless injuries might live. And if he ever strengthened that magic, it would give him a foot in the door to tending to mental afflictions once it came beneath his purview.
Grinning, Hotaru leans back from the table and produces a small flip notebook from her dress pocket, sliding it over to Thorn with a blank page open. "Just rip out whichever pages you fill." She uses it for various House management tasks and to do lists even though her memory is rather impeccable. It makes her feel rather important given all of her responsibilities are entirely at-will.
Stretching her neck and humming a purr of pleasure at the gentle, cooling tickle of the air he commands, Hotaru's eyes are half-lidded when she extends a hand to tap a finger on the top of the notepad. "It requires some pre-planning, but if there's a hearth or ice in the room, you can use their presence for gentler temperature play if you can't heat or cool the air on your own power." Hotaru for example is not a fan of wax play or other hot elements directly on her skin, but much like exhaling warm air over an erection or the spit left behind from a hickey, air currents were far gentler while still being effective.
