For her the cool-tongued, her the tranquil-hearted,
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
Whom evermore I follow wistfully
No, the girl is not to be forgotten. Never, and certainly not by Ru. She is the collector of all young lost souls, of spitfire girls and headstrong women alike. There would always be space beneath her wing for Melita. These are words that will never pass her lips, but they are vows she will prove with actions. With invitations and open arms.
Hotaru startles back with a laugh that comes bright and unexpected from the startlement created by Melita's spring and the water that sprayed beneath her feet as a cause of it. "Oh?" A devilish curl of her lips beckons and warns in tandem as she springs forward feet first into the fringes of the same puddle Melita had chosen, intending to soak the youth with the spray of her own impact. Teeth flash between curled lips in the oppressive grey of their surroundings, a fire of youthful play in her own maternal gaze before she is turning and streaking down the beach and away from Melita's range of retaliation.
Hotaru startles back with a laugh that comes bright and unexpected from the startlement created by Melita's spring and the water that sprayed beneath her feet as a cause of it. "Oh?" A devilish curl of her lips beckons and warns in tandem as she springs forward feet first into the fringes of the same puddle Melita had chosen, intending to soak the youth with the spray of her own impact. Teeth flash between curled lips in the oppressive grey of their surroundings, a fire of youthful play in her own maternal gaze before she is turning and streaking down the beach and away from Melita's range of retaliation.
through waters yet uncharted
HOTARU
