but now it is a competition of whichever is heavier:
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
With summer coming to an end, Hotaru had organized a small cleaning party to prepare for the approach of autumn. As soon as the temperatures drop, what few animals and insects linger in the Citadel's bubble of warmth will scurry immediately for the warmth of the Academy's inner halls, and Hotaru does not want an infestation on her hands.
There's also outdoor training equipment to either bring in or outfit into hardier targets to withstand any increase in winds or snowfall, which she has her students currently working on so they can familiarize themselves with the grounds even further.
Meanwhile, missive having gone out to any interested students and affiliated parties, Hotaru has left her stance as greeter and manager to take to the skies in her falcon form. Not only does it mean a break from the micromanagement, but it allows her to better spot any nesting prey or vermin - and the odd missing item stuck on the roof from overly energetic magic usage, which is what she is currently tugging at with her sharp talons. It's something made of cloth, whatever it is, and therefore clings to the shingles stubbornly until she rips a shred off and the rest comes unceremoniously. Huffing internally, she clutches the fabric in her talons and swans down towards the cleaning crew, letting it flutter down from above to be included in the pile of trash.
There's also outdoor training equipment to either bring in or outfit into hardier targets to withstand any increase in winds or snowfall, which she has her students currently working on so they can familiarize themselves with the grounds even further.
Meanwhile, missive having gone out to any interested students and affiliated parties, Hotaru has left her stance as greeter and manager to take to the skies in her falcon form. Not only does it mean a break from the micromanagement, but it allows her to better spot any nesting prey or vermin - and the odd missing item stuck on the roof from overly energetic magic usage, which is what she is currently tugging at with her sharp talons. It's something made of cloth, whatever it is, and therefore clings to the shingles stubbornly until she rips a shred off and the rest comes unceremoniously. Huffing internally, she clutches the fabric in her talons and swans down towards the cleaning crew, letting it flutter down from above to be included in the pile of trash.
