HOTARU
Were she privy to his innermost thoughts, Hotaru would likely tell Deimos that she is equally as grateful for his honed awareness of her personality, her flaws. Would assure him that no mire or void is too deep to stop her from plunging in right behind him to pull him free in his times of need. Instead she merely bestows upon him an understanding smile, full of measures of warmth and sincerity that few others will ever witness. The fire is immediate and warm, and she shifts closer to enjoy it as it radiates from the pit they've created. Though used to the chill, she still misses such natural wonders they'd taken for granted, like their hot springs.
As the squirrels are deftly skinned and set to cook, she settles upon her knees and lends him her attention, his deep voice cutting through the crackle of the fire to confirm her fears. "I was afraid so. Mine has stopped responding entirely, but I can still feel it. It's frustrating to say the least." To have been granted such a temporary measure of significance only to have it stripped away...it is a cruelty that aggravates her. "I was only ever capable of small, inorganic creations. No more than a dagger. But I assume it would have strengthened with time, and now it has instead weakened?" A vexing mystery.
His display helps free her mind from that particular logical rut, and her brows rise in admiration at the new ability. "Magic here comes so much differently than Helovia. I don't know what to do about my creation magic, but my lightning has only improved." Here she lifts her hand and the shriek of electricity fills the air as it envelops her hand briefly. Not that he needs much of a display considering how she'd used it against the squirrels, but she had been more precise and used less energy than she's capable of now to fell them.
As the squirrels are deftly skinned and set to cook, she settles upon her knees and lends him her attention, his deep voice cutting through the crackle of the fire to confirm her fears. "I was afraid so. Mine has stopped responding entirely, but I can still feel it. It's frustrating to say the least." To have been granted such a temporary measure of significance only to have it stripped away...it is a cruelty that aggravates her. "I was only ever capable of small, inorganic creations. No more than a dagger. But I assume it would have strengthened with time, and now it has instead weakened?" A vexing mystery.
His display helps free her mind from that particular logical rut, and her brows rise in admiration at the new ability. "Magic here comes so much differently than Helovia. I don't know what to do about my creation magic, but my lightning has only improved." Here she lifts her hand and the shriek of electricity fills the air as it envelops her hand briefly. Not that he needs much of a display considering how she'd used it against the squirrels, but she had been more precise and used less energy than she's capable of now to fell them.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
