The cool reply to Deimos' single-word greeting is just another stroke of pleasure to the catlike woman. Ohoho, interesting indeed. She will have to sit Deimos down and get all the juicy details about this particularly interesting man. Or as juicy as the stoic man could manage, the absolute bore. The slender man is receptive enough as she approaches, his smile fleeting but decent enough, and though she pouts slightly at him for rebuffing her she can't help the sly smile on her lips and the dark hood of her eyes. "What a shame," she purrs, dropping her hand but moving a step closer, eyes raking down Jigano's frame before slowly rising to his eyes once more. "You do have such lovely hands. I look forward to being able to feel them next time." Ohh, and how she has missed this. The flirtation, the teasing, placing herself stubbornly in the way of people who intrigue her.
Of course the next man approaches, just as silent and tense as Deimos, and the chill that emanates from Jigano in turn only makes her roll her eyes and toss her hair as she turns and begins walking towards the other two. "Really, must we? There is far too much posturing here, suck it up boys. Time to play nice." And with that - and barely listening to what Jigano says, because she's really just here because Deimos finds it important - she turns and winks at the newcomer and then promptly follows Deimos to where he is creating his fancy little carts.
His smug, impish smile makes her wrinkle her nose at him in childlike mockery. When he gets close enough she slaps ineffectually at his broad chest, though her lips break into an amused grin moments later. It is pretty funny after all. When was the last time she was so directly snubbed? At least she can blame the Blight this time.
Following after Deimos is second nature, no matter how curious she is about the other two. They'll all convene soon enough, and Hotaru can be very patient when needed. Watches him shift into a beautiful, large bird and watches with a rare awed smile as he ascends through the sky to the top of the tree he has chosen. The magic of this land is so very different, but Hotaru is glad that he has found some sort of balance and happiness for himself now. She trails after his flighted form for a while, long enough to see him land and transform back - with clothes still on, damn it all - before she hefts her own axe and begins to hunt for her own tree nearby.
Hotaru may have been a fantastic fighter in Helovia, but this form did not have the same oomph. Nonetheless she finds a tree that is both girthy enough for their endeavor, and one that is already slightly thinned by what appears to be bear or big cat scratches. Humming a small tune to herself, she begins to swing her axe, reveling in the light sweat that starts up on her skin, the familiar burn of work in her muscles. Small but mighty, after all.
Of course the next man approaches, just as silent and tense as Deimos, and the chill that emanates from Jigano in turn only makes her roll her eyes and toss her hair as she turns and begins walking towards the other two. "Really, must we? There is far too much posturing here, suck it up boys. Time to play nice." And with that - and barely listening to what Jigano says, because she's really just here because Deimos finds it important - she turns and winks at the newcomer and then promptly follows Deimos to where he is creating his fancy little carts.
His smug, impish smile makes her wrinkle her nose at him in childlike mockery. When he gets close enough she slaps ineffectually at his broad chest, though her lips break into an amused grin moments later. It is pretty funny after all. When was the last time she was so directly snubbed? At least she can blame the Blight this time.
Following after Deimos is second nature, no matter how curious she is about the other two. They'll all convene soon enough, and Hotaru can be very patient when needed. Watches him shift into a beautiful, large bird and watches with a rare awed smile as he ascends through the sky to the top of the tree he has chosen. The magic of this land is so very different, but Hotaru is glad that he has found some sort of balance and happiness for himself now. She trails after his flighted form for a while, long enough to see him land and transform back - with clothes still on, damn it all - before she hefts her own axe and begins to hunt for her own tree nearby.
Hotaru may have been a fantastic fighter in Helovia, but this form did not have the same oomph. Nonetheless she finds a tree that is both girthy enough for their endeavor, and one that is already slightly thinned by what appears to be bear or big cat scratches. Humming a small tune to herself, she begins to swing her axe, reveling in the light sweat that starts up on her skin, the familiar burn of work in her muscles. Small but mighty, after all.
