Hotaru
Tonight, you look so lovely
It's your eyes that define me
It's easier with each passing year to actually enjoy the festival, closure a little stronger with time, and otherwise spoiled by visitations from beyond the veil. Hotaru sways with Sunjata over the dry grass that whispers the change of seasons beneath their feet. The sorrow on other faces is a grief she knows well, but she is selfish and far more inclined to drown in Sunjata's eyes than acknowledge the pain of strangers. It's your eyes that define me
It's a kindness she would want afforded to her. Though she doesn't need it with how she keeps her expression controlled when a different lantern is chosen. Still, Sunjata is the only one close enough - and keen enough - to see the slight tension in the corners of her eyes. Her smile is pristine as she confirms, "We have endless years now." Surely the odds will favor them one day.
She could just as well ask Remi, but asking to see one son as opposed to the other - the one they'd shared the loss of - feels like shaky territory. Even though she cherishes the letter the Bastion had shared that had undeniably been her son's. The faint echoes of that conflict lingers in the bond, but she tilts her head up at Sunjata and smiles through it. "No reason to stop dancing, right? They'll want some privacy I'm sure." Maybe even excessive privacy, depending on the relationship they'd had - it's Edrei after all.
