It's not until she lowers her pencil back to the table and settles into her chair to gaze across the room does she notice the pale woman from the recent expedition they had both been on. Names had never been officially presented, but she at least recalls the reunion between the lass and her apparent friend, the name the redhead had choked out when the human remains had been discovered. At the demure smile she is offered, Hotaru smiles warmly back, and on a whim stands and collects her supplies to walk over towards the other woman. "Maea, right? Mind some company?"
Her eyes flicker briefly over Maea's work, curious more than anything and as such not lingering long on the penmanship that dries on the parchment. A little company is exactly what she needs while she avoids thinking about how her life has turned upside down recently, and the frost-touched woman is certainly a curiosity in her own right. Enough to keep Hotaru's attention, and perhaps lead to another friendship in this strange little settlement.
Her eyes flicker briefly over Maea's work, curious more than anything and as such not lingering long on the penmanship that dries on the parchment. A little company is exactly what she needs while she avoids thinking about how her life has turned upside down recently, and the frost-touched woman is certainly a curiosity in her own right. Enough to keep Hotaru's attention, and perhaps lead to another friendship in this strange little settlement.
be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready
the world is just not ready
