You won't go lonely into this fight, if you just hold me we will survive
"Impossible, glories and wonders through which to spoil are only limited by narrow minds," she announces regally not to Deimos, but to the squealing baby in her arms. Her hair is sacrificed in the next breath, but the dull pain only makes the Valkyrie laugh in turn. It's an ache that makes her heart soar - it could never truly hurt her.
Settling Erebos on her hip in a practiced motion that time would never truly rust away, Hotaru's smile settles into a warmer, more lasting configuration as Deimos shares his succinct updates. Nothing she doesn't expect from the Sword, and she's rather practiced at reading between lines and filling in context most would find riveting but the Sword deems unnecessary.
"Any good options for a more challenging hunt?" Perhaps not to the level of needing guild intervention, but something more unique to Halo's landscape that might entice the primordial elements in the Valkyrie's soul. "I'm always happy to help." She may not be able to assist with quests and godly requirements as a non-citizen but spilling blood is second nature for all it may be a drop in the pond of the cleansing efforts.
As he sits on the rock once more she bounces Erebos idly on her hip, swaying and pacing mindlessly - though she wrinkles her nose at his plain baiting, partially because it immediately works. "Nothing half as fun or interesting as I would hope," she bemoans, leeching dramatics into her tone both because it always makes Deimos roll his eyes and because it will keep Erebos' attention. "Training, lately. Slowly thinking of wedding plans so Flora won't implode in protest over nearly dying before we tie the knot again." She snorts a laugh, smile fond and yet still profoundly relieved that the chips had fallen in such a way as to ensure Flora remained among them to heckle at their heels. "Aside from that, it's an excruciatingly empty forecast. Caido natives love their peace and open borders - I've never missed kingdom power struggles so much." Her eyes roll heavenward as if beseeching the gods, but the ill-repressed smile betrays the good nature of her exasperated nostalgia. Though she'd rejoice if given engaging targets and foes that were not world-ending titans of monstrous creation, Caido doesn't seem keen on providing them, so she'll take peace-times and all their accompanying boredom instead.
Settling Erebos on her hip in a practiced motion that time would never truly rust away, Hotaru's smile settles into a warmer, more lasting configuration as Deimos shares his succinct updates. Nothing she doesn't expect from the Sword, and she's rather practiced at reading between lines and filling in context most would find riveting but the Sword deems unnecessary.
"Any good options for a more challenging hunt?" Perhaps not to the level of needing guild intervention, but something more unique to Halo's landscape that might entice the primordial elements in the Valkyrie's soul. "I'm always happy to help." She may not be able to assist with quests and godly requirements as a non-citizen but spilling blood is second nature for all it may be a drop in the pond of the cleansing efforts.
As he sits on the rock once more she bounces Erebos idly on her hip, swaying and pacing mindlessly - though she wrinkles her nose at his plain baiting, partially because it immediately works. "Nothing half as fun or interesting as I would hope," she bemoans, leeching dramatics into her tone both because it always makes Deimos roll his eyes and because it will keep Erebos' attention. "Training, lately. Slowly thinking of wedding plans so Flora won't implode in protest over nearly dying before we tie the knot again." She snorts a laugh, smile fond and yet still profoundly relieved that the chips had fallen in such a way as to ensure Flora remained among them to heckle at their heels. "Aside from that, it's an excruciatingly empty forecast. Caido natives love their peace and open borders - I've never missed kingdom power struggles so much." Her eyes roll heavenward as if beseeching the gods, but the ill-repressed smile betrays the good nature of her exasperated nostalgia. Though she'd rejoice if given engaging targets and foes that were not world-ending titans of monstrous creation, Caido doesn't seem keen on providing them, so she'll take peace-times and all their accompanying boredom instead.
