HOTARU
This is far from how she envisioned her first look at Halo to be, but with her experience in Helovia with these sorts of things, Hotaru can't really complain about the presented opportunity. There's a reason they all gather, milking about in silence or in short uttered bursts that fade just as quickly. There's a magic to the pull that gets them all gathered here. Whether it will reveal itself to be benevolent as Helovia's had often been, or tricky and mischievous, or perhaps even dangerous well...only time will tell. The cold is fierce, but it could never drive her away. She is outfitted in thick furs and leathers, bi-colored eyes staring out at the horizon in lovestruck wonder more than the weirdly smoking suitcase. She can still scarcely believe that she's here. That a place even remotely like her own exists here, welcoming even in its deadly ferocity.
i was a child who only wanted to heal things
now i want to be an abomination
