a day once dawned

Hotaru It's nice to know her eyes aren't failing her, though it's a close enough thing to make her determined to explore Caido more thoroughly. She has admittedly been distracted by her family and the interpersonal relationships she has unexpectedly been forming. Knowing the lay of the land is important after all if she intends to sink her teeth into the drama of everyday living here. "Let me know when you do, I'd like to help." Particularly if he intends to assist her with her shop. Fair is fair, even if Hotaru would come to his call for the simplest aid the moment he reached out. Except he wouldn't, which is precisely why she asks him so directly. Honestly, men. How they survive is beyond her comprehension. Humor dissolves like salt in tea, bittering the moment they share with tension and a current of violence that runs in both their veins. Hotaru's sharp eyes narrow, humming softly and crossing her legs. "Then I suppose I have a new, interesting pastime." A vague promise that she will not let such things come to pass once more if she can help it. Surely this woman is no worse than Confutatis, or any of the others whose machinations had never felled their mountain warriors. Her plans clearly never came to fruition. And while delicacy is important, it's nice to finally have a target. And with that she smiles, serpentine and sly, emboldened by his agreement. "Then we should shift our attention I'd say. The way to the new realm is open, after all." Zariah is prime material to strive against, and Hotaru intends to deliver on the old whispers and victories tied to her name.