Though the idea of ruling with Rexanna once more is tempting, Hotaru has decided not to run today. Instead she is merely here for information, for the chance to vote. Many gather in the house, vying with their speeches for a chance to represent the collage of people in the Grounds. Hotaru listens attentively, though her allegiance to this land is minimal at best. She does have Rexanna's safety and interests at heart in the end.
Leaning back into her chair, long fingers tap against the armrest, considering the choices and where she would like to place her vote.
Leaning back into her chair, long fingers tap against the armrest, considering the choices and where she would like to place her vote.
she knows the restless press of moths
mistaking her presence for candlelight
mistaking her presence for candlelight