Whatever anxiety or shyness he seems to feel evaporates like water beneath the sun's rays, and with it gone he seems all the more put-together and handsome for it. Though curious as to its cause, she holds her tongue lest she seem too pushy and nosy so early on in their first meeting. She is pushy and nosy, but he doesn't need to know that yet. A bit of tact should be exercised, what little Hotaru has of it.
His hesitation redirects her attention away from the smooth walls of the cathedral entirely, turning to face him properly instead of inquiring over her shoulder. Though his question is just as puzzling as the rest of him as he references a spirit of music that she can't quite envision. "Like magic, then?" And, wondering if he may be unaware of the Abandoned with her suspicions already rising as to his status in Caido, she lets lightning crackle around her hand and then immediately jumps with a laugh of surprise when the sound carries on the wind back through the cathedral in a new symphony of music. "Ah, sorry." She quickly stops the flow of her magic, wiggling her fingers cheekily as if to excuse their behavior.
His question, similarly hesitantly spoken and with a guileless expression that is both endearing and charming, brings a light of full understanding to her eyes. "It's not rude at all. Yes, I am. My home realm was destroyed, and after a few portal incidents I seem to have landed here permanently." She has not personally had any trouble from the Naturals as to her status, but Hotaru is admittedly not one to stop and care about what others may or may not think of her. If it is not spoken aloud to her face, she doesn't care about criticism behind her back. "There's quite a lot of us, it's alright." Perhaps her reassurance will go some way towards settling his anxiety surrounding the subject.
His hesitation redirects her attention away from the smooth walls of the cathedral entirely, turning to face him properly instead of inquiring over her shoulder. Though his question is just as puzzling as the rest of him as he references a spirit of music that she can't quite envision. "Like magic, then?" And, wondering if he may be unaware of the Abandoned with her suspicions already rising as to his status in Caido, she lets lightning crackle around her hand and then immediately jumps with a laugh of surprise when the sound carries on the wind back through the cathedral in a new symphony of music. "Ah, sorry." She quickly stops the flow of her magic, wiggling her fingers cheekily as if to excuse their behavior.
His question, similarly hesitantly spoken and with a guileless expression that is both endearing and charming, brings a light of full understanding to her eyes. "It's not rude at all. Yes, I am. My home realm was destroyed, and after a few portal incidents I seem to have landed here permanently." She has not personally had any trouble from the Naturals as to her status, but Hotaru is admittedly not one to stop and care about what others may or may not think of her. If it is not spoken aloud to her face, she doesn't care about criticism behind her back. "There's quite a lot of us, it's alright." Perhaps her reassurance will go some way towards settling his anxiety surrounding the subject.
Hotaru
