Attention drawn by the soft cough Maea gives, Hotaru grins slightly at the color rising in her cheeks, leaning forward slightly on her free elbow to prop up her chin and take up space between them. "What's getting you all flustered, beautiful?" For such an adventurous and kindhearted gal, Hotaru is a little surprised that she's blushing over drawn figures - even if they are of scantily clad women. "Hopefully when I'm of that age I'll still be proud to show all my saggy bits," she teases with a soft laugh, but obligingly makes another waist-down model to sketch out some leggings and a long wave-edged skirt for two alternate options. Though Hotaru doubts she'll live long enough to achieve that considering how she plunges headfirst into nonsense all the time, she hopes that she will never be embarrassed to show her body. That which has held her through all trials, has birthed children and shielded loved ones. Though she can't judge those wishing to preserve themselves, it's not something she can say she understands.
Cider interrupts her thoughts, and she gives an appreciative 'ooh' as she inspects it visually before diving in. It's cold and delicious, and the woman practically purrs with delight. "Oh, you've certainly got me hooked on this now you little devil." It's fruity and tangy, and she likes it quite a lot. Certainly easier to stomach than the burn of harsher alcohols that have found their place in her home and in Deimos' cabinet as well. Though that's the purpose of the bar she supposes. Intricate, rarer drinks for paying patrons. Maea's recounting of her life is brief but intriguing all the same. "I think you're one of the first Naturals I've ever really met. So you were here when the barrier fell?" Something that had already fallen by the time she arrived, but whose impact is still felt every day in the Grounds, even by her as an Outlander.
Cider interrupts her thoughts, and she gives an appreciative 'ooh' as she inspects it visually before diving in. It's cold and delicious, and the woman practically purrs with delight. "Oh, you've certainly got me hooked on this now you little devil." It's fruity and tangy, and she likes it quite a lot. Certainly easier to stomach than the burn of harsher alcohols that have found their place in her home and in Deimos' cabinet as well. Though that's the purpose of the bar she supposes. Intricate, rarer drinks for paying patrons. Maea's recounting of her life is brief but intriguing all the same. "I think you're one of the first Naturals I've ever really met. So you were here when the barrier fell?" Something that had already fallen by the time she arrived, but whose impact is still felt every day in the Grounds, even by her as an Outlander.
be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready
the world is just not ready
