HOTARU
Hotaru had not slept easy. No matter how great her relief, her prayerful gratitude over her reunion with Rexanna, there had been so much change in the few feeble hours between arrival and sleep. It had left her mind in turmoil, haunting her as she tossed and turned on the spare bed she'd been granted, long blonde hair tangling and legs throwing the covers from her body time and again. Her dreams, when they deigned to come, were as vague and feverishly nightmare-filled as they had always been. Only now, there was so much more to lose. She feared waking up and discovering that everything was only a dream, or that she would be taken in yet another portal to be taken to a world where she knew nobody yet again. Losing what she had managed to gain in less than a day.
It had led to her getting up to creep to Rexanna's room, checking in on her periodically. Peering in through the darkness, hands gripping the wooden door frame, gazing upon her still form beneath the blankets. It had been a minor comfort, but she had not dared to share the bed as her heart longed. Later, perhaps. If they could not find a fitting abode for the displaced Valkyrie, perhaps she would break and ask for the comfort of her sister's cool skin against her own.
Rexanna's nocturnal lifestyle made it at least a little easier to rise at a modest daytime hour when sleep finally stopped coming to her entirely. There was no question what her next step would be, and both she and the Ascended woman knew it. Deimos would have to wait, there was nobody Hotaru wanted to see more than Kiada.
Just as wary as the night before, she had declined an escort to her niece's home. With verbal directions to guide her, the woman stepped out in the gown Rexanna had improved for her, hair in loose coils draped over the front of her shoulders. Nothing caught her eye or deviated her from her course, leading her straight and true to the Settlement. Until finally, her guide as true as it could be, she finds herself on the porch.
It takes all her strength and valor to lift one hand and knock upon the closed door. Heart in her throat, wondering if she wanted an answer or not. For a moment she considered turning around, convincing herself that Kiada was out for the day, but her feet remained stuck fast to the wood beneath. Awaiting her niece's arrival, and the recognition that she prayed would come with it. "Kiada?" her voice wobbled a little but rang true, hoping that the girl's name would bring her to the door at a swifter pace, let her know ahead of time that her guest knew her.
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
