Hotaru
New day, new land, new...bar?Hotaru whirls through Halo like she has lived here her entire life, cloaked in layers of her own creation with her golden hair windswept and wild, loose over her shoulders and in the fur of her lined hood. The air is sharp and frozen, and she embraces it with a love so deep and nostalgic that Hotaru is tempted to merely close her eyes and pretend when she opens them the Aurora will be overhead.
Instead she continues on, driven by purpose and a gathering called together by a woman she has yet to meet. An attractive one, clearly, she thinks as she removes her coat and enters the back room they will be working on. "Present and reporting for duty, beautiful," she teases with a wink as she hangs up her coat and rolls up her sleeves, ready for direction despite her flirtations.
when did a dragon ever die
from the poison of a snake?
from the poison of a snake?
