To Fly You Must Fall

Sensing the woman's distress at her own forward nature, Hotaru pauses, but does not yet retreat. Letting Maea decide her boundaries, determine what is and isn't acceptable. In the end her hand is not rejected, nor her compliments. All in all a success then! Hotaru lets her weight settle on the top of the table when it's apparent Maea does not intend to turn away, her smile beckoning.

The words that fall from the maiden's lips are tremulous at best, but no less sweet for their uncertain delivery. Hotaru croons softly in delight at the compliment, nimble fingertips dancing across the back of Maea's hand to squeeze gently. "You're very welcome, it seems you need to be told such things much more frequently dear." The best cure for disbelief and discomfort in the face of compliments is exposure, or so Hotaru believes. Though she soon follows up with a wink and a coy tilt of her lips, unable to help herself from this small bit of flirtation. "Though I'm glad you think so. I'd swoop you up in a second if I thought I could," she laughs softly. Maea's reticence makes her think she is either not of the female inclination, or simply would not respond well to Hotaru's advances, but the woman isn't one to hide her thoughts and intentions out of respect for either of those.

be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready

_{Table Code by Sky!}