Hotaru
Hood pushed back despite the new snap of cold, Hotaru’s golden hair is her signifier as she walks through the streets of Snowcloak with a bundle in her arms. It is tied neatly, with a small note tucked between the folds that says Cordelia & Noah in elegant, inky script. Within are baby clothes from Flora and Enzo’s newborn days, as well as their toddler and middling years. She’d kept them for nostalgic reasons, and though the most precious items remain in her care, it feels cathartic to depart with the rest after seeing Enzo one last time. She knows how hard it is to carry twins, much less rear them, and though she has little love in her heart for Cordelia (and much less after the war) Noah is still precious to her, and as a mother she can at least extend a small measure of goodwill after not attending their wedding.
As she walks a few call out to her in greeting, and Hotaru responds in kind. It’s a long walk, but she doesn’t mind the fresh air. She’s trying to get out more these days, especially with the Academy mere days from opening. Though the pitying looks still grate, still make the darkness inside croon with cruel thoughts and intentions, the woman never lets it show. Caido has stripped her of most of her manipulative, wonton ways, and in some ways that’s a shame, but she has lost too much to mourn the small things. Pausing to examine the newest game in the glass storefront of her preferred butcher, the Valkyrie revels in a brief moment of silence, holding her parcel loosely to her hip.
As she walks a few call out to her in greeting, and Hotaru responds in kind. It’s a long walk, but she doesn’t mind the fresh air. She’s trying to get out more these days, especially with the Academy mere days from opening. Though the pitying looks still grate, still make the darkness inside croon with cruel thoughts and intentions, the woman never lets it show. Caido has stripped her of most of her manipulative, wonton ways, and in some ways that’s a shame, but she has lost too much to mourn the small things. Pausing to examine the newest game in the glass storefront of her preferred butcher, the Valkyrie revels in a brief moment of silence, holding her parcel loosely to her hip.
I've set a course for losing you
I've no remorse for what I do
I've no remorse for what I do
