Hotaru
In the spirit of her daughter, Hotaru arrives unannounced for the explicit purpose of retribution in the form of couch surfing (and secreting away any of Flora's fun liquor). However, while she's already here, she can't come up with a reasonable excuse not to partake in the luxuries Torchline offers that Halo cannot. Given she'd accidentally realized her hair has become a length suitable of wielding as a weapon against Sunjata that means it's time for a visit to her trusted hairstylist.
Which is why she is quite vexed to notice that the entire strip, salon included, is covered in truly impressive amounts of webbing. Closed signs abound down the road; nail salon, tea shop, boutique. All of her favorite time-killing shops wiped right off the board.
A few employees seem to be vainly trying to remove the strands in order to reopen which is promising, but even if she has ample magic to help in those efforts Hotaru still stands torn on who to aid first - if any at all. The beach does still call, though she'd really been hoping for a self-care day...
Which is why she is quite vexed to notice that the entire strip, salon included, is covered in truly impressive amounts of webbing. Closed signs abound down the road; nail salon, tea shop, boutique. All of her favorite time-killing shops wiped right off the board.
A few employees seem to be vainly trying to remove the strands in order to reopen which is promising, but even if she has ample magic to help in those efforts Hotaru still stands torn on who to aid first - if any at all. The beach does still call, though she'd really been hoping for a self-care day...
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
