Hotaru
From above, the colors of the Feverlands blend together in a drab array of scorched blacks and deep reds. Fair skin and ginger hair, therefore, stick out like a rather sore thumb. There is no way to reach across Attuned measures for this particular lass, but delight at having ventured across her by happenstance has the falcon descending in a stream of golden feathers. Stepping out onto the cracked and barren surface of the earth, a woman once more, the Valkyrie clears her throat softly from behind. The prepped bow implies a hunt of some kind, and she doesn’t want to interrupt an ongoing stalk if it exists - even though she’d checked for any nearby targets from above.
“Hello Melita,” she greets warmly, voice still in partial undertone. A golden brow lifts curiously as she turns her gaze intentionally to the horizon. “Are you hunting something? Perhaps I can help.” The Honeybee likely doesn’t need it, but for companionship’s sake alone Ru would enjoy being invited along.
“Hello Melita,” she greets warmly, voice still in partial undertone. A golden brow lifts curiously as she turns her gaze intentionally to the horizon. “Are you hunting something? Perhaps I can help.” The Honeybee likely doesn’t need it, but for companionship’s sake alone Ru would enjoy being invited along.
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
Or did you never want to be alone?
