To Fly You Must Fall

Hotaru taps her instrument against the paper with a satisfactory 'thud' as if sealing the deal when Maea laughs and agrees, her own grin bright and mischievous. "Then it's settled, at least one parasol for defense purposes. I'll have to broaden my shop offerings soon enough this way. Weaponized alterations!" Not that Maea needs to know how she has done so to her own clothing and held items, they aren't readily available to the public after all. Hotaru is simply a different, more violent breed.

Her blush is expected, but the severity of her shyness still takes Hotaru off guard. She is reminded sorrowfully of how she had cried into a lake as a child in Helovia, swiping away her reflection with a cry of injustice at how she had been constructed. Ugly, mismatched. Nothing like her shining diamond of a mother or her perfectly replicated twin. Though she has come so far, Maea's reaction is not so different from the one Hotaru might have had back then. It spurs her to reach forward with a gentle hand to try and touch the back of Maea's, expression the most sincere she has worn this entire time. "I would love nothing more. You are quite beautiful Maea, do not doubt that."

be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready

_{Table Code by Sky!}