Hotaru
Frey has given her her directions, and Hotaru is not one to dawdle with something she desires on the line. Torchline is as familiar as the back of her hand, and the Road in the early morning sunlight is beautiful company as the distant birds begin to awaken and sing. The heat of the early hour is more of a gauzy warmth; promising sweltering heights in the near future, but comfortable and appealing in the moment.
Armed with her empty satchel (freshly stolen back from her impish son) and wearing one of her new dresses from the shopping spree in the Sidhe Village. It feels like a promising start to the morning - to do much more. She has her quest from Ludo, and now another from Frey. Even the slimmest chance of getting Atlas back is enough to brighten her spirits. She could have bonded to another companion, it’s true, but it would never have replaced the hole Atlas left. So even against seemingly impossible odds, Ru sets out to complete her given missions. Scouting for rocks that appeal to her eye, and plucking them from the ground to secret away into her bag.
Armed with her empty satchel (freshly stolen back from her impish son) and wearing one of her new dresses from the shopping spree in the Sidhe Village. It feels like a promising start to the morning - to do much more. She has her quest from Ludo, and now another from Frey. Even the slimmest chance of getting Atlas back is enough to brighten her spirits. She could have bonded to another companion, it’s true, but it would never have replaced the hole Atlas left. So even against seemingly impossible odds, Ru sets out to complete her given missions. Scouting for rocks that appeal to her eye, and plucking them from the ground to secret away into her bag.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
