But if it's selfless love you're looking for, you've got the wrong goddess
On the surface it must surely appear odd to see Deimos and Hotaru of all people in the middle of an arid desert. They are children of the mountains, inclined to seek out snow and ice over sand and shale. Perhaps it's slightly more fitting then that they are surrounded by skeletons and mismatched bones rubbed smooth by errant sandstorms. That, at least, is fitting.
"Do you think you could live out here for long if you were siphoning water out of lizards and buzzards?" Hotaru idly comments as she props one hand onto her hip, the other shading her eyes as she gazes out over the boneyard they've found themselves in. They've mostly been traveling by air due to the heat, but the graveyard was so massive even from above that they'd deigned to stop and explore a little.
The heat doesn't dissuade the Valkyrie, though it does amuse her even now that she seems drawn to only the most drastic sides of the scale when it comes to weather. Stifling heat and pervasive cold are the only two that have ever spoken to her.
"Do you think you could live out here for long if you were siphoning water out of lizards and buzzards?" Hotaru idly comments as she props one hand onto her hip, the other shading her eyes as she gazes out over the boneyard they've found themselves in. They've mostly been traveling by air due to the heat, but the graveyard was so massive even from above that they'd deigned to stop and explore a little.
The heat doesn't dissuade the Valkyrie, though it does amuse her even now that she seems drawn to only the most drastic sides of the scale when it comes to weather. Stifling heat and pervasive cold are the only two that have ever spoken to her.
