HOTARU
For a woman of secrecy and manipulation, she has fallen into domestic motherly life swiftly with Cassandra returned to her. For all her failings, she prays that she was never a bad mother to her children. That they never felt the sting of prolonged disapproval that she did, the feeling of being misplaced and forgotten. So when Cassandra calls out for her, love bubbles like a fount in her breast, and she heeds the call as swiftly as she can. Pinning one last piece of her new project, the blonde steps out from her workshop area and smiles at her daughter.The gown is beautiful and complimentary of her skin and hair, just as Hotaru had hoped. Though the sagging in the front makes her laugh softly as she approaches, watching her daughter sway and teeter on her unfamiliar limbs. Even if this is how she moves about the world for the rest her life, Hotaru will never be anything less than charmed by it. "Very close dear. The back needs to be buttoned up, but it's easier with a second pair of hands regardless." And Hotaru is happy to be that helping hand for however long she needs. With clever hands - and a familiarity with the buttons considering she made the dress - she closes up the back and gently squeezes Cassie's shoulder.
"Next time try some berries in it, it makes the mush a little more pleasant." A teasing grin aims her daughter's way, pleased she's so willing to try new things, undaunted by all the drastic changes that have been thrown her way. "Do you have any plans for today?"
you are the sun
you heal and
you burn
