HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
Both Morgan's skin and her own palms shine in the far light of the fireplace by time she is done. Hotaru watches the Warden as she straights and stretches, eyeing her with a sharp and focused gaze to determine her work has been properly completed. No hitches, no further apparent knots or sore spots. She is satisfied with the result, and smiles with warm pride when Morgan's words translate the same as a customer.
"Thank you. It is a different branch of healing, but one that is greatly overlooked." The amount of people who could scarcely walk or bend a certain way that stared overcome and stunned at her when she was done with them and gave them their range of motion back was both heartbreaking and empowering. Wiping her hands free of any lingering oil, she grabs Morgan's clothes and sets them on the bed next to her with a smile. "Feel free to return any time love. I can always make time for you." For the Warden? Of course.
Turning her back to give Morgan her privacy to dress or to walk to the changing stall, she begins cleaning up her tools, and waves a friendly goodbye when the woman departs out the front.
- FIN
"Thank you. It is a different branch of healing, but one that is greatly overlooked." The amount of people who could scarcely walk or bend a certain way that stared overcome and stunned at her when she was done with them and gave them their range of motion back was both heartbreaking and empowering. Wiping her hands free of any lingering oil, she grabs Morgan's clothes and sets them on the bed next to her with a smile. "Feel free to return any time love. I can always make time for you." For the Warden? Of course.
Turning her back to give Morgan her privacy to dress or to walk to the changing stall, she begins cleaning up her tools, and waves a friendly goodbye when the woman departs out the front.
- FIN
