HOTARU
The crackling of the fire and Deimos' solid, immovable presence opposite her is all Hotaru needs to let the last vestiges of control and alertness fall from her shoulders. There is no other soul she could do so around, but there is a comforting knowledge in his power, his willingness to bear arms at her side if anything were to target them here in this bubble of peace. It is a chance at true, honest relaxation. The fire only calls her back to past years, to fires lighting up personal caverns and gathering spots, to sleepy embraces and always knowing the mountains would keep them safe. And if ever they were to fail, that a brother or sister would be at your side to wage war. She may only have him now, instead of an entire kingdom to consider family and friend, but it does not diminish his significance. He is all she needs.
The rotating of the spit is smooth in contrast to his furrowed brow, and she can read the vexation off him like any number of written words. "I wonder if it was a purposeful restriction, if the Gods have any sway over our powers even after we've gained them." Hotaru only knows the basics of the Abandoned as a race, of their story and their predisposition to being ignored by the deities of this world. It's as good of a guess as any considering she has only met Frey in her time here.
Deimos' laughter is a balm to her irritation, and her own laughter shakes her slim shoulders at his advice. "Oh, you and your practice. Just because I know you're right doesn't mean I have to enjoy it." Mirth is bright in her mismatched eyes, knowing how devoted he is to honing and sharpening his crafts and skills. While she is no slump herself, he has her quite blown out of the water, and it invites a desire to pout and whine like a child being tasked with a particularly menial chore.
The rotating of the spit is smooth in contrast to his furrowed brow, and she can read the vexation off him like any number of written words. "I wonder if it was a purposeful restriction, if the Gods have any sway over our powers even after we've gained them." Hotaru only knows the basics of the Abandoned as a race, of their story and their predisposition to being ignored by the deities of this world. It's as good of a guess as any considering she has only met Frey in her time here.
Deimos' laughter is a balm to her irritation, and her own laughter shakes her slim shoulders at his advice. "Oh, you and your practice. Just because I know you're right doesn't mean I have to enjoy it." Mirth is bright in her mismatched eyes, knowing how devoted he is to honing and sharpening his crafts and skills. While she is no slump herself, he has her quite blown out of the water, and it invites a desire to pout and whine like a child being tasked with a particularly menial chore.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
