HOTARU
Being a seamstress in a place like the Grounds means that she is often having warmer articles requested of her, and with her creation magic suddenly reluctant to work with her, Hotaru has to prepare for the end of LongHeat with furs and skins that will please her customers. Or so she would explain to anyone who may question why she is out on this hunt with Deimos. In reality, the maiden needs little to no reason to be coaxed away from her pins and patterns. Especially with the offer of violence and destruction on the table. She may be the epitome of beauty and grace, but Hotaru would sooner wear a swathe of fresh blood than an evening gown. At least she is lucky enough to have a brother in arms who recognizes this in her.
Sunjata's dagger is lashed to her hip as it always is as she approaches, a simple bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder. Nothing quite so beautiful as Deimos' creations, but adequate. The arrow tips being metallic in nature is all she cares about. A dark, creative inquiry having drawn itself to the forefront of her mind as she had packed for the early meeting in the dense shadows where she inevitably finds Deimos. A question she hopes to answer today. "Any particular game we're hoping for today?" Smooth voice is slightly softer than normal, aware of delicate ears and creatures that cling to life nearby, not wanting to startle away their prey so early in the day.
Sunjata's dagger is lashed to her hip as it always is as she approaches, a simple bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder. Nothing quite so beautiful as Deimos' creations, but adequate. The arrow tips being metallic in nature is all she cares about. A dark, creative inquiry having drawn itself to the forefront of her mind as she had packed for the early meeting in the dense shadows where she inevitably finds Deimos. A question she hopes to answer today. "Any particular game we're hoping for today?" Smooth voice is slightly softer than normal, aware of delicate ears and creatures that cling to life nearby, not wanting to startle away their prey so early in the day.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
