HOTARU
She arrives fashionably late, in a beautiful new gown she has made just for the day. One that incorporates leggings for when she inevitably acts too rambunctiously for her dress. The air is electrified with excitement and change, laughter and shrieks of delight filling her ears as she wanders closer to the fringe of stalls and games. It's a delightfully hectic time, one that reminds her of the games the Basin used to host to get through the winters. Taking a flower crown with a wink towards Phoebe - recalling the hilarious last (and first) to they met - she places it upon her head and seeks out familiar faces in the mingling crowd. Too late of course, as she finds Deimos and Kiada moments before a bundle of flowers is literally catapulted at her. Shrieking in surprise, she stumbles back as it hits her in the collarbone, laughing as it explodes into petals that tickle along her skin. "That's one hell of a greeting!" she yells across the distance, glaring weakly, her grin too bright to make it meaningful.
over time
even the sharpest thorns
will become soft
