Hotaru
The Valkyrie is not expecting her solitude to be broken despite the rather populated nature of Torchline. Prepared for a quiet nod of greeting or a wave of her hand, her hand tightens around the damp rock in her hand in surprise at the tentative young voice that breaks the natural silence of the morning. Straightening, Ru turns to find the speaker; a young woman with golden hair and a shy, sloping inward curve to her shoulders at odds with the bravery of her request.
Hotaru arranges a welcoming smile on her pretty face, gesturing the girl closer with a graceful curl of her fingers. “Hello dear. I don’t mind a bit of company if you’d like to join me.” Assuming she moves closer, Ru shows the smooth stone in her palm before she deposits it with the others in her bag. “I’m Hotaru. What’s your name? If you’d like to help, I’m collecting stones on Frey’s behest - no specific kind.” Giving the young woman a chance to do something more than stroll along at the Valkyrie’s side.
Hotaru arranges a welcoming smile on her pretty face, gesturing the girl closer with a graceful curl of her fingers. “Hello dear. I don’t mind a bit of company if you’d like to join me.” Assuming she moves closer, Ru shows the smooth stone in her palm before she deposits it with the others in her bag. “I’m Hotaru. What’s your name? If you’d like to help, I’m collecting stones on Frey’s behest - no specific kind.” Giving the young woman a chance to do something more than stroll along at the Valkyrie’s side.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
