HOTARU
Bastien's small smile prompts her own, and she gratefully sinks into his brief hug, squeezing him gently before they part. She grows more fond of him each day, and would cherish him for making Rexanna happy if nothing else. Oia's perplexed expression has Hotaru noting to speak to her later if time allows, wondering what she has missed in her arrival. But there is work to be done, a list of things to accomplish before the art can even take place, and those better suited to certain tasks lay claim as she ponders her own.
Rolling up her sleeves, she moves towards the water bucket and brush. "I'll wash the walls." It's steady work, and she doesn't mind the prunes forming on her fingers as the water cascades down her forearms as she scrubs. Hopefully it will be quick to dry, so that they aren't standing around wishing the sun with its meager heat could have done so through the sheet.
Hotaru washes the walls!
Rolling up her sleeves, she moves towards the water bucket and brush. "I'll wash the walls." It's steady work, and she doesn't mind the prunes forming on her fingers as the water cascades down her forearms as she scrubs. Hopefully it will be quick to dry, so that they aren't standing around wishing the sun with its meager heat could have done so through the sheet.
Hotaru washes the walls!
she would burn down your kingdoms
herself with it
if it meant your ruin
