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"We can always ambush him if he gets too squirrelly," she hums pleasantly, as if they're discussing what tea they'll be having that evening instead of the details of kidnapping Talyson to throw him into a mud bath. She'll have to butter him up sufficiently both before and after the event to ensure he wouldn't ride off into the farthest reaches of Halo to pout and brood where nobody could find him. Still, it would be worth it.
Deimos retrieves the scale more readily than she'd anticipated, but Hotaru is always ready to indulge in magical devastation, especially with her oldest and most favored element. "I haven't seen you in armor in years," she comments with a sigh of fond nostalgia. It makes her miss her own. There had been a power to sliding on those armaments, a security in knowing they were forged for her skin alone (sometimes, given her thievery), and that sense memory would never fade.
A predatory grin reveals the whites of her teeth all the way to the blunt fangs of her canines. "See if I can? So little faith in me, Deimos?" A hand comes to her chest as if he has wounded her, and the other rises to flick commandingly towards the sky. "Give it your best." As far or as high as he liked, she is confident she can strike it true, and the lightning already builds around and within her. Golden hair rising with static, dark clouds overhead growing only more so.
Deimos retrieves the scale more readily than she'd anticipated, but Hotaru is always ready to indulge in magical devastation, especially with her oldest and most favored element. "I haven't seen you in armor in years," she comments with a sigh of fond nostalgia. It makes her miss her own. There had been a power to sliding on those armaments, a security in knowing they were forged for her skin alone (sometimes, given her thievery), and that sense memory would never fade.
A predatory grin reveals the whites of her teeth all the way to the blunt fangs of her canines. "See if I can? So little faith in me, Deimos?" A hand comes to her chest as if he has wounded her, and the other rises to flick commandingly towards the sky. "Give it your best." As far or as high as he liked, she is confident she can strike it true, and the lightning already builds around and within her. Golden hair rising with static, dark clouds overhead growing only more so.
In a coat of gold or of red, a lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
as long and sharp as yours
