maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
Hotaru playfully chomps her teeth in the girl’s direction as if mining biting her cheeky tongue, but the race is on and far more enticing. A tactile woman by nature, Hotaru scarcely notices the way their palms still meet, except perhaps in the distant way of enjoying the sort of touch she now so rarely enjoys.
Seren recognizes the creature both visually and by name, and Hotaru commits it to her own memory even as she refuses to blink, appreciating the vibrant plumage contrasting against a scaled body. Then there is song, picked up from all around them, echoing and harmonizing even from a distance. “Amazing. I wonder if they could relay messages? They don’t seem as tricky as the Labyrinth squirrels.” As if itching to prove her wrong, the Treeflit overhead scurries down, dropping from its branch to land on Hotaru’s shoulder as its wide mouth immediately seeks the bright metal of her necklace. Hotaru jolts with a strangled noise, trying to shake her shoulder to dislodge it and flailing their connected hands around as a result.
Seren recognizes the creature both visually and by name, and Hotaru commits it to her own memory even as she refuses to blink, appreciating the vibrant plumage contrasting against a scaled body. Then there is song, picked up from all around them, echoing and harmonizing even from a distance. “Amazing. I wonder if they could relay messages? They don’t seem as tricky as the Labyrinth squirrels.” As if itching to prove her wrong, the Treeflit overhead scurries down, dropping from its branch to land on Hotaru’s shoulder as its wide mouth immediately seeks the bright metal of her necklace. Hotaru jolts with a strangled noise, trying to shake her shoulder to dislodge it and flailing their connected hands around as a result.
