Even in the grip of autumn Torchline is warm and inviting, drawing her in with the promise of forgetting the impending chill. Though she's no stranger to the ice and snow, the glacial reaches of northern lands, she has no qualms with a little exploratory vacation in the sun and surf. It helps to ward away the depressing blues that creep in as the weather chills, chasing away the reminder that this season is dedicated to remembering a lost son she never had the chance to meet. Lost to her mere seasons before her own arrival.
As she walks across the sand, it's easy to spot the flaming hair that disrupts the general color scheme, and her eyes instinctively are drawn to the motions the young woman performs. Motions she has done herself countless times. Though the stranger is alone. Well, Hotaru can certainly fix that.
As she comes closer she hails the lass with a raised hand as her voice calls out. "Looking for a partner honey?" Even from a distance she can tell the other girl is barely in her adult years, though seemingly skilled nonetheless.
As she walks across the sand, it's easy to spot the flaming hair that disrupts the general color scheme, and her eyes instinctively are drawn to the motions the young woman performs. Motions she has done herself countless times. Though the stranger is alone. Well, Hotaru can certainly fix that.
As she comes closer she hails the lass with a raised hand as her voice calls out. "Looking for a partner honey?" Even from a distance she can tell the other girl is barely in her adult years, though seemingly skilled nonetheless.
Will you stay with me tonight?
You could be my cure
You could be my cure
