maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
The girl's open warmth exudes like sunshine, and Hotaru's answering smile is softened by old emotions the young woman cannot possibly understand being the cause of. Her age alone is enough to twist the knife still lodged in her stomach, incapable of healing over until the day she is strong enough to remove it. At least she is too good an actress to allow much more than shadows to dwell in the corners of her eyes; worrying the girl any further than she already had would have made something close to guilt form in her, and Hotaru is not a creature that is particularly fond of that emotion. Nasty thing.
Leaning against the rope on the other side from what Seren has chosen, Hotaru hums thoughtfully. "Nothing terrible, don't worry your pretty head. But travelers have been noticing that sometimes when they venture out, they are teleported impossible distances to other sections of the Wilds." Her regal voice curls like smoke, talented and mysterious, spinning a tale that while fantastical is far from false. Grinning, she tilts her head back and enjoys the sun on her face as her eyes fall closed. "It is not merely heresay. It happened to me after all."
Leaning against the rope on the other side from what Seren has chosen, Hotaru hums thoughtfully. "Nothing terrible, don't worry your pretty head. But travelers have been noticing that sometimes when they venture out, they are teleported impossible distances to other sections of the Wilds." Her regal voice curls like smoke, talented and mysterious, spinning a tale that while fantastical is far from false. Grinning, she tilts her head back and enjoys the sun on her face as her eyes fall closed. "It is not merely heresay. It happened to me after all."
