HOTARU
Ah, this land is so similar to Helovia, she thinks as the approach of another pricks at her ears. Her song trails off into soft hums, allowing the newcomer to approach her at their leisure, plucking the last bit of moss from the bark and placing it in her basket before turning and spinning to observe the man who has come upon her. Even with so few people in comparison to her homeland, there is never a quiet moment when out and about. Heterochromatic eyes sweep up and down the man before her as he speaks, taking in the gruesome wounds in the middle of healing on his neck with an arched brow. Tucking her basket against her hip, she regards him with a mysterious smile. "You guessed correctly," Hotaru confirms in her soft, teasing vocals. Approaches boldly, careless of their height differences. She has spun far greater beasts and men around her fingers, he does not scare or intimidate her.
"And what brings you this far out? You don't look so well." She affects a soft, concerned expression as she tilts her head, golden hair falling from her shoulders as she tuts softly. Perhaps he had the Blight? But the cure was already midway through, so maybe he was simply recovering. Best to get more information before she proceeds with her sly dissection of him.
over time
even the sharpest thorns
will become soft
