Ru is in need of new fabric today, though need is a bit of an intense word considering it’s entirely her own desires guiding her. She may not have a shop anymore, but the itch to make clothes doesn’t care for such details. General equipment already available, what remains now is the far more enjoyable task of perusing bolts upon bolts of lovely fabric crafted by talented Fae hands. Their manner of dress is different from any of the other lands, and Hotaru is eager to recreate her own visions in their colors and styles.
She is normally rather sharply aware of her surroundings, but she is approaching a new potential seller when someone else equally distracted smashes into her. Stumbling, the Valkyrie plants herself quickly, hands automatically coming to wrap around the person who is clearly not so lucky or sure-footed. Luckily Hotaru is stronger than her appearance, the woman in her arms caught in an awkward dip leaning out towards the water. “I gotcha, you okay?” she doesn’t even grunt as she hauls the woman back to solid ground, settling her and checking her over briefly with her eyes.
She is normally rather sharply aware of her surroundings, but she is approaching a new potential seller when someone else equally distracted smashes into her. Stumbling, the Valkyrie plants herself quickly, hands automatically coming to wrap around the person who is clearly not so lucky or sure-footed. Luckily Hotaru is stronger than her appearance, the woman in her arms caught in an awkward dip leaning out towards the water. “I gotcha, you okay?” she doesn’t even grunt as she hauls the woman back to solid ground, settling her and checking her over briefly with her eyes.
as a child I only wanted to heal
now I want to be an abomination
now I want to be an abomination
