HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
Though these people are her own only in a new and untested way, there is a familiarity to all of them that has her nodding along to Morgan's words. Perhaps it's the mountains or the weather, but those who choose to live within the icy reaches of the north have always seemed to band together, to toil hard beneath the grey sky. "I had the same sense when I lived there," she admits with a hum of consideration. "Their division has only cost them more, and yet they do nothing to change it." Only further fracturing their land and people alike, losing more with every season - either to other lands, or to Mort's realm.
As her hands move up Morgan's spine to the center of her back, fingertips skirting over the backs of her ribs, Hotaru lends her ear to the Warden's plans. "It is ironic, how we are forced to seek them out despite being Abandoned." Not that Hotaru has had a negative interaction with them herself; Frey is not the type to mind as much as the other Heralds she has noted. "I have indeed. Twice now. They have been nothing but kind and...giving." Here her laughter peters out, coy and full of innuendo. "Frey does not care as much about magic and Ascended as the other Heralds. I greatly enjoy their company."
As her hands move up Morgan's spine to the center of her back, fingertips skirting over the backs of her ribs, Hotaru lends her ear to the Warden's plans. "It is ironic, how we are forced to seek them out despite being Abandoned." Not that Hotaru has had a negative interaction with them herself; Frey is not the type to mind as much as the other Heralds she has noted. "I have indeed. Twice now. They have been nothing but kind and...giving." Here her laughter peters out, coy and full of innuendo. "Frey does not care as much about magic and Ascended as the other Heralds. I greatly enjoy their company."
