Hotaru
It's a simple enough task, and Hotaru takes to it with a serenity that reminds her of painting with Bastien and Rexanna. Each stroke is repetitive, and gives her a better idea of the finished project each time she swipes her brush over the wall's surface. The peace she has cultivated comes crashing down - literally - as Sunjata does...something. Something quite loud and jarring, sending paint splattering over her own cheeks as she jerks automatically, hand clenching around the brush. Giving a startled laugh, she rubs at it ineffectively, smearing it across her skin only to shrug and let it be. Sunjata at least appears to be alright from the faint voice she hears, which is more than enough to satisfy her as she continues her task. Only to be startled yet again as water goes sloshing across the ground, and she stares at it stupidly for a moment, wondering what in the world is happening that they're all becoming such klutzes. At least her own job is done for the time being now that it's set to dry, and she sets down the brush and turns at Weaver's voice. The nickname is confusing at first until she realizes she'd never introduced herself properly. Not that the woman minds, she's quite used to being called the shortened version. Grinning conspiratorially at the playful jab at the other two, she wipes her hands with a rag to prepare to handle the bottles. "Consider it done," she assures as she moves towards the boxes, beginning to unpack them and set up the bottles for display, hoping she's not going to be next in line for some sort of destructive mishap.
when did a dragon ever die
from the poison of a snake?
from the poison of a snake?
