Hotaru
It is Boreal’s paleness that draws Ru towards the Hanging Tree. Her presence in the Feverlands is far from unexpected, freed as her time is now with the twins finding their own paths in Torchline. Exploring the Wilds occupies much of her time these days, which is how she finds herself maneuvering around in the thick, sticky heat of the day. Luckily it does little to impact her looks, the shine of sweat more like an unfair illuminating highlight on golden skin.
Boreal is less familiar caked in mud, but she’s not far from her bonded, and Ru changes direction to intercept the young man with a gleeful pleasure that turns her full lips into a smile. “Tal my dear, what are you doing so far from home?” she calls out, voice regal as ever but warm with affection as she dances over the grime like it never existed, aiming for his side.
Boreal is less familiar caked in mud, but she’s not far from her bonded, and Ru changes direction to intercept the young man with a gleeful pleasure that turns her full lips into a smile. “Tal my dear, what are you doing so far from home?” she calls out, voice regal as ever but warm with affection as she dances over the grime like it never existed, aiming for his side.
so many roads, you don't know where you've been
but you still know who you are
but you still know who you are
