After Deimos - and the general state of the world around her - had made Hotaru aware of the memory mud problem overtaking the Grounds, the woman had set out in her best boots and darkest leggings to do some research of her own. And by research she means stomping around in the mud like a child, chasing slow-moving memory snow goops, and figuring out the best ways to hurry them along.
She's not exactly expecting or seeking out company, but when she hears disturbed water and squelching steps, the maiden lifts her head in equal amounts of curiosity and wariness. Of course, as she is wont to do, she follows after the sound heedless of what dangers may lie through there.
Except, as she slowly comes upon the other adventurer, the shock of pale hair instantly assures her that there is no fear to be found today. Hotaru doesn't call out yet, not when she sees the intent, predatory look on his face as he stares at the puddle before him. Gets close enough to call softly so as not to disturb whatever weird thing he's hunting. "Hello, Jigano. Am I interrupting?" Perhaps the politest way of asking why he was staring at a puddle like a lion eyeing a gazelle.
She's not exactly expecting or seeking out company, but when she hears disturbed water and squelching steps, the maiden lifts her head in equal amounts of curiosity and wariness. Of course, as she is wont to do, she follows after the sound heedless of what dangers may lie through there.
Except, as she slowly comes upon the other adventurer, the shock of pale hair instantly assures her that there is no fear to be found today. Hotaru doesn't call out yet, not when she sees the intent, predatory look on his face as he stares at the puddle before him. Gets close enough to call softly so as not to disturb whatever weird thing he's hunting. "Hello, Jigano. Am I interrupting?" Perhaps the politest way of asking why he was staring at a puddle like a lion eyeing a gazelle.
