Hotaru
Hotaru hums contemplatively, both amused and impressed by the girl’s sharp constitution and ability to read between the lines. “She is a vain and manipulative thing, herald of life or not. She has no qualms destroying and twisting us to get what she wants. She may reward you for your fealty, but only because she enjoys your groveling. If you enjoy a self-serving god, perhaps she is the one for you, but I certainly can’t give you an unbiased representation of her.” Gesturing to their general surroundings the Valkyrie quirks a smile. “Sunjata, and Maeve after him, have sworn Torchline as a city to her entirely. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of her followers to ask after if you desire.”
Wandering closer, stones shifting together as she closes the space between them, the woman nods while tucking errant hair behind her ear. “Oh, yes. The heralds, at least. They prefer those untainted by magic of course - the Accepted and Attuned - but if you try often enough you will surely encounter one. Just remember to always bring a gift in offering.” The advice is given sincerely. No sense in setting the girl off on a path doomed to be led by a misstep.
Wandering closer, stones shifting together as she closes the space between them, the woman nods while tucking errant hair behind her ear. “Oh, yes. The heralds, at least. They prefer those untainted by magic of course - the Accepted and Attuned - but if you try often enough you will surely encounter one. Just remember to always bring a gift in offering.” The advice is given sincerely. No sense in setting the girl off on a path doomed to be led by a misstep.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
