HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
His defenses are pitifully weak, and they both know it. It's plainly evident in the easy, breezelike way Hotaru skims over them. "Nonsense, I have healing magic. Even if you somehow managed to fully break my foot we would be fine. Consider it repayment for your cloak." She wheedles it in at the end, hoping to entice him with the prospect of no true material payments. Though, knowing Talyson, the trade she proposes is worse in his eyes.
Tittering a laugh at Boreal's dramatics, Hotaru leaves her pins in the shoulders of the mannequin and sweeps off back into the closet where it had come from. Returning with an armful of precisely folded fabrics, she sets them out side-by-side on the table for Talyson to peruse. "Here are the fabrics I have that can accommodate that length. Choose based on color and texture, since we won't be contending with Halovian weather." The main perk to the seasonal events was the freedom of fabric choice in Hotaru's opinion.
Tittering a laugh at Boreal's dramatics, Hotaru leaves her pins in the shoulders of the mannequin and sweeps off back into the closet where it had come from. Returning with an armful of precisely folded fabrics, she sets them out side-by-side on the table for Talyson to peruse. "Here are the fabrics I have that can accommodate that length. Choose based on color and texture, since we won't be contending with Halovian weather." The main perk to the seasonal events was the freedom of fabric choice in Hotaru's opinion.
