HOTARU
Hotaru is not new to this game of doing the bidding of Gods. She knows the celestial call, the way it tugs on her soul and drags her from her slumber, leading her onward to a place she has never been and yet knows the path to intrinsically. There's no point resisting or fighting, not when her own curiosity is a guiding needle on this compass of bullshit. So out she goes, into the snow, into town and through an unmarked door that would otherwise seem unassuming.Within, there is nothing that could possibly go by that word.
Flowers - roses - bloom in dizzying multitude. They are beautiful, radiant, emanating a sort of life that she can scarcely bear to look at. It takes her breath away, and Hotaru can't help how she stumbles forward gracelessly at their beckoning call. Drops to her knees, uncaring of how the soil stains her dress, barely sparing time to gaze upon the shrine in the thick of it all.
She has nothing but her hands with which to accomplish the task, but as she digs her fingers into the cool earth Hotaru wonders exactly what the purpose of this is. There is evidence of uprooting and destruction in equal measures, but the Valkyrie knows next to nothing about the presence of the Blight. So she wanders off with her little trio of roses, intent on finding out as she goes.
i was a child who only wanted to heal things
now i want to be an abomination
