There's no breath to spare to spar with him verbally, which is a damn shame because that's her favorite kind of exercise. But once the last mud-wriggling bitch is dead, she cleans the blade of her weapon and sticks it in her bag wrapped in the cloth she had procured. And then turns her impish gaze to her companion of the day. "If you spread that name, you'll be watching poetry in motion in your last moments dear." Hotaru has been called worse and more amusing things, doesn't mind at all if he does, but at heart she will always remember her prior title. When people saw her and, unaware of her birth name, still whispered Valkyrie under their breath.
Though now she's very curious about how these gross things taste cooked. "Well you've certainly spoken to the deciding factor - my stomach. I better get some table scraps when they're prepped for the festival," she jibes. Seeing his considering gaze flitting over the worms, she slips her bag over her shoulder across her body, and then kneels in the dirt. A quick tie of her hair into the highest topknot she can manage, and she's hauling the worm onto her shoulders moments later. Clothes can be replaced, but she'd rather not smell worm guts in her hair for a week. Standing, she settles the carcass across her shoulders, and mourns her tired muscles tomorrow. "Lead the way, oh fierce warrior." Her grin is playful, unbothered by the way he'd let her take the lead. It had certainly satisfied her bloodlust.
Though now she's very curious about how these gross things taste cooked. "Well you've certainly spoken to the deciding factor - my stomach. I better get some table scraps when they're prepped for the festival," she jibes. Seeing his considering gaze flitting over the worms, she slips her bag over her shoulder across her body, and then kneels in the dirt. A quick tie of her hair into the highest topknot she can manage, and she's hauling the worm onto her shoulders moments later. Clothes can be replaced, but she'd rather not smell worm guts in her hair for a week. Standing, she settles the carcass across her shoulders, and mourns her tired muscles tomorrow. "Lead the way, oh fierce warrior." Her grin is playful, unbothered by the way he'd let her take the lead. It had certainly satisfied her bloodlust.
