HOTARU
"Of course not, you've always had a flair for the dramatic my dear," she grins back with her blunt teeth, a hint of her old wolfishness still visible. It makes her heart ache for Alice, but if she is alive then she has hope that her companion is as well, even if their bond is broken. She refocuses as Rexanna begins listing her weaknesses, committing them to memory so the Valkyrie can begin to change her lifestyle to accommodate her sister's needs. "Sunlight? Can you bear any of it, or is it entirely poisonous?" Her quick mind is already thinking of ways around this, calling back to days plotting structures with her Weavers and wondering if perhaps a parasol of sorts would help her sister go out in the daytime when she desired it. Hotaru knows the beauty of the night, a daughter of the Moon as she had always been, but living without the light seemed a cruel punishment even with all the gifts Rexanna had received in her change.
A surprised laugh pops in her mouth, and she turns to ogle disbelievingly at the woman. "A pumpkin? I shouldn't be surprised this place is just as crazy, but really, a pumpkin? We need to get you back in shape," she grins, tugging Rexanna's hand to bring her in and bump their shoulders. Rexanna had never been particularly partial to sparring, unlike Hotaru, and she's excited to test their mettle together once more. Even though Hotaru was sure she would be the one at a disadvantage in this form, still so foreign to her.
Hotaru puckers her face a bit at the idea of drinking blood. Not that blood itself bothers her, but she just doesn't think the taste would be very good. Even just having it on her tongue during battle, the iron-thick heat of it wasn't particularly pleasant, but if it sustains her sister she cannot judge it too harshly. "That's a little gross, but if it tastes good to you and you get your pick of magic I don't see any downsides." Even still her words are lined with laughter, not intending to make Rexanna think she's being called a freak or any such nonsense like that.
Delicate face perks as Rexanna leans in to speak softly into her ear, and Hotaru's face goes abruptly crimson in a way she is not used to broadcasting. Tugging her hand free she slaps softly at Rexanna's middle, faking being scandalized to hide her fluster. "Have some decency, you harlot!" she laughs, embarrassed giggles pealing from her lips like little iridescent bubbles. Then she glances shyly through her golden lashes, knowing Rexanna is the only one she'll deign to tell this. "I've not experienced that, truly. These forms are so much more sensitive," she sighs happily. And then rolls her eyes immediately after. "And of course I've not even had the chance to enjoy it! Know any Ascendeds willing to give me a ride?" Her ensuing grin is electric-sharp and her eyes smoke with the potential in front of her. It has been many years since Ashamin and Thranduil, and her heart has moved on though it still holds them dear. A little fun never hurt anybody, right?
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
