Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Wow, quite a lot to be said apparently, and yet little of it reveals anything truly meaningful about what brought her here. Personally, of course. Perhaps the others gathered here have some sort of vested interest in the rest. His gaze seems rather intentionally directed after all. When silence reigns, Hotaru gives a flick of her fingers in a little half-wave to try and summon his attention, expression respectfully intrigued. "You've only briefly mentioned the defenses. Are the Fae aware of what you - or any of us - will be doing? I'd assume they'd want to be included considering how much butting in they've had to deal with since the barrier fell." Here she punctuates it with a wry grin, far too understanding of how the Fae must feel. If do-gooders had entered her kingdom in her reigning years, blundering about and destroying sacred trees, Hotaru would certainly have caused more bloodshed than they had.
"Any ideas on what kind of defenses would be best? Physical, magical, a combination of both?" Her magic is far more elemental and offensive in nature. Creation is more Deimos' schtick, and if she intends to help she'd rather not be effectively useless just because of her Abandoned nature. "Will you be coordinating the efforts?" Plenty of questions for him to parse through, which will hopefully answer any that the others pose.
