To Fly You Must Fall

"We all have to start somewhere," she agrees as she takes a drink and shamelessly licks the edge of the glass to catch a stray drop. "My aunt was a master in poisons, so I can't quite help with the beneficial side of it." Her smile turns sheepish at the confession. Whether or not Hotaru would even be a good teacher in a general sense is another consideration. Exploring is likely a better use of the woman's time presently, especially if other medicinally minded people or groups exist in the new realms opening up. But from what she had said, she'd certainly need more than two meager articles of clothing if she wanted to continue adventuring about.

"You sure you wanna give me free reign on design?" Her grin turns playful as she taps her fingers against the swimsuit designs still beneath her fingers. "I hear the new area is quite hot, how comfortable are you with flaunting some skin beautiful?" No matter how pretty she may find Maea, at least Hotaru is aware that not everyone is so keen on showing off. Only further emphasized by their very first exchange at this table. "I can definitely do some more subdued colors though. You'd look stunning in some muted blues, maybe a few deep reds. Something that won't readily show dirt or damage in daily wear, we'll avoid lighter shades." Maybe some lighter shades and colors for lesser worn garments or summer-specific items. Already her mind is whirring, keen eyes flitting over Maea's body and imagining certain cuts and trends on her.

be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready

_{Table Code by Sky!}