Hotaru quirks a brow at the woman, a small smile on the corner of her mouth. “Good. Though yes, probably for the best - few of the Fae would have been able to catch you.” What with their petite statures. Saying nothing of their inclinations, as they likely would have let it happen anyway.
It seems the woman is intrigued however, as she doesn’t move on her way to continue her own shopping. The fabric in the crook of her arm clearly catches her interest, though Hotaru can’t help a wry grin. “I’m a seamstress darling, never fret. Though these days the only dresses I make are for myself.” The one she’s wearing is one such project, as she’d had to replace everything material after fleeing Halo. “Are you a fellow then? Or here for a different project?” No harm in striking up conversation.
It seems the woman is intrigued however, as she doesn’t move on her way to continue her own shopping. The fabric in the crook of her arm clearly catches her interest, though Hotaru can’t help a wry grin. “I’m a seamstress darling, never fret. Though these days the only dresses I make are for myself.” The one she’s wearing is one such project, as she’d had to replace everything material after fleeing Halo. “Are you a fellow then? Or here for a different project?” No harm in striking up conversation.
as a child I only wanted to heal
now I want to be an abomination
now I want to be an abomination
