HOTARU
After her chance meeting with Oia, Hotaru had continued on her little journey for materials. The notions that had been seeded in her mind growing roots, pushing through soil and beginning to cement themselves into plans that lay within her reach. She has spoken with her fellows, her family, and found nothing but support for this endeavor of hers. Something new, something bright and shaky but...hopeful. The crown here holds little sway of her attention, and there is little need for thievery and duplicity. Well...duplicity perhaps, but she digresses. Skills that she had mastered long ago, and yet Hotaru remembers the days of bumbling around and learning her mother's arts. Now is a time for learning once more. For trying something she has never tried before, and perhaps eradicating some of her persistent boredom in the process.
After a few days she has chosen a place. One sufficient for a main shop in the entry, and a workshop in the back. It's derelict, as most buildings are in the Sanctuary, but the woman is not afraid of a little hard work. With a small post to the notice board, a few requests for aid by word of mouth, she hopes that combined forces will make this a single day's work. But she opens the door wide, keeps it ajar with a piece of rubble, and begins to sweep out the lighter debris into the pale sunlight outside.
PQ for setting up Hotaru's seamstress and glassblowing shop! No limit on participants, free to whoever would like to join.
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
