Valkyrie
A tittering laugh escapes Hotaru as her daughter trails off, intentionally tickling her fingertips against Flora’s nape as she goes to collect the golden hair in preparation for braiding. As she does she leans forward towards Flora’s ear as if imparting a secret. “But you got what you wanted hm? I would call that a wonderful success.” She would never force her daughter to walk in her footsteps, but knowing how to leverage what she has in her possession to get what she wants without feeling guilty for it? That’s practically a foundational lesson in Hotaru’s eyes.
She braids slowly, soaking in her daughter’s story. The brooch sounds beautiful, though privately Ru wonders at its true appearance given what she knew of the trinkets Flora had gone off with - certainly not enough to barter for such an item even with Ronin’s presence. “That sounds beautiful sweetheart. Perfect for Safrin, with all her stars and galaxies.” Praising the girl’s choice and attention to themes if only to avoid the internal grimace at her daughter having visited the lady of the stars first out of all the options.
As Flora spins around Ru moves her hands quickly to ensure the braid isn’t ripped from her fingers, meeting her daughter’s beautiful smile with a fond, chiding expression. Quickly finishing it up and tying it off, she uses the tail to tickle at Flora’s nose in hopes of brightening her expression when it fades. “I’m sure she loved it. The heralds are very busy, but one day you will meet them - perhaps even all of them, in time.” Spoken with a tone of wonder as if bestowing a secret. Her motherly instincts tell her there is something more, but she won’t force the issue. Not until it becomes apparent it is something heavier, more harmful. Instead she kisses Flora’s forehead while she can, incapable of getting enough even if someday soon it will become smothering. “Did you have something in mind you wanted to ask her? Perhaps something you wanted?” If it was merely childish curiosity she can understand Safrin waiting until Flora is older, but part of Ru - possessive, prideful - wants to know if only so she can provide Flora with whatever it is her heart desires.
She braids slowly, soaking in her daughter’s story. The brooch sounds beautiful, though privately Ru wonders at its true appearance given what she knew of the trinkets Flora had gone off with - certainly not enough to barter for such an item even with Ronin’s presence. “That sounds beautiful sweetheart. Perfect for Safrin, with all her stars and galaxies.” Praising the girl’s choice and attention to themes if only to avoid the internal grimace at her daughter having visited the lady of the stars first out of all the options.
As Flora spins around Ru moves her hands quickly to ensure the braid isn’t ripped from her fingers, meeting her daughter’s beautiful smile with a fond, chiding expression. Quickly finishing it up and tying it off, she uses the tail to tickle at Flora’s nose in hopes of brightening her expression when it fades. “I’m sure she loved it. The heralds are very busy, but one day you will meet them - perhaps even all of them, in time.” Spoken with a tone of wonder as if bestowing a secret. Her motherly instincts tell her there is something more, but she won’t force the issue. Not until it becomes apparent it is something heavier, more harmful. Instead she kisses Flora’s forehead while she can, incapable of getting enough even if someday soon it will become smothering. “Did you have something in mind you wanted to ask her? Perhaps something you wanted?” If it was merely childish curiosity she can understand Safrin waiting until Flora is older, but part of Ru - possessive, prideful - wants to know if only so she can provide Flora with whatever it is her heart desires.
Just let me hold you while you're falling apart
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
