{se} Fated Celestial Paths
Kamaria
Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
Masseuse / Headmistress

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#1
Hotaru

Deimos’ hovering is endearing, and in no way frustrates Hotaru. In many ways she’s grateful for it. Being back in Torchline is dangerous for so many reasons, and she trusts him to keep an eye on her when she cannot lean on her own judgment. His closeness also helped to chase away the cold that seeks to live inside her these days, shards of ice that even Torchline’s blazing sun cannot melt away. Still, he cannot be with her every moment, not with her various sworn commitments and affairs to be handled. After having retrieved more ash for her spa from Apopo, she’d ridden into town on Atlas to do some shopping; excluding Deimos this time more for his sake than anything else.

The stalls are not as busy as she’d expected, though when she asks a merchant it’s made clear that the nearby school has a field trip today and many vendors who otherwise worked during the lesson hours had volunteered to go along to keep an eye on the children. Misreading her reaction, the vendor had hurried to assure her that the trip was ending very soon and as such the other sellers would be returning and reopening their tables. With a word of gratitude, Hotaru had wandered away to peruse the wares of those who remained, trying to ignore the way the ice spiders out in tendrils inside her chest.

Atlas moves ahead, helping cut through the shoppers with his large body to make way for his diminutive bonded. Dark head lowered and loose, hunting idly for dropped treats and spilt oats beneath the tables.
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Kamaria Wrenzaok


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#2
love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria is a good student, when she decides to be. But youth is wayward and so is curiosity. Combine the two and, well, you get a student that's run off in the middle of a field trip.

The market is an exciting place, where she's learned a bit more about the world, about Torchline's culture. It's no surprise that she'd rather be here soaking things up than listening to tired lectures.

In attempts to escape the eyes of her teachers and other watchful adults, Kamaria has taken to zipping about beneath carts and tables. It's turned into a bit of a game, to see how far she can get without being noticed.

She's snatched a few things, too, like an apple - which she has taken not for herself but for the big unicorn in the middle of the market.

It arrives in due time, meandering its way in her direction along with its comparatively small person - who Kamaria doesn't pay much mind to.

Slipping out from beneath the cart she's under, she grins while offering the apple up. If she's caught for this, at least it's worth it to meet a unicorn. "Hi!" She laughs brightly, holding up the red fruit.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
Masseuse / Headmistress

Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 3 - Strg: 38 - Dext: 38 - Endr: 54 - Luck: 40 - Int:
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#3
Hotaru

It’s no surprise that Atlas is quite similar in disposition to Hotaru’s best friend Deimos. They are puzzle pieces, platonic and perfectly aligned, regardless of which soul is being considered. As such, the unicorn is content to shoulder through the crowd, shamelessly pointing his sharp horn forward as he lets his muzzle wander in search of treats. Not that he is above pilfering produce directly from the baskets of course, but such antics are best suited for sadder days when Hotaru is in need of a smile.

Bonded to the Valkyrie as he is, when Atlas notices the small girl scampering around under tables, he begins to track her with one ear that swivels atop his crown like a homing beacon. Tapping on his bond with Hotaru to garner her attention mere moments before the blonde girl is popping upright from beneath a merchant’s cart to offer him an apple. Hotaru is a few paces behind, head beginning to turn, but Atlas is her soulmate. He is as fond of children as she is, and easily tempted by food as well; this is something he can handle for a moment.

Careful to keep his horn away from her, Atlas slowly moves his muzzle closer, a whuff of warm air billowing across the girl’s rounded face as he greets her. Soft muzzle tickles at her cheek, lips catching gently and playfully at her hair as if it is straw with the way it’s colored. Anything to prompt a giggle from the child before he drops his head to crunch the apple in half right there in her hands.

Hotaru has made it to his side at last, and as he chews the apple he turns the task over to her. Atlas swings his hindquarters further into the pathway to ensure nobody knocks over the child, allowing Hotaru to slip between the stalls and her companion’s side to squat in front of the girl with a warm, maternal smile. “His name is Atlas,” she whispers loudly, as if it’s a secret she is deigning to share with the child. No sense in scaring her off with worry and chiding tones. “And he quite likes apples, you picked a great one.” Atlas punctuates this with a soft whicker, juice-stained muzzle sticky as it reaches for Kamaria’s cheek once more in a bump of a kiss before he seeks out the remaining apple in her hands.
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Kamaria Wrenzaok


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#4
love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
The air that this massive animal breathes is strong enough to blow back Kamaria's blond tangles of hair, and she squeezes her eyes shut while it lasts. When they reopen, she grins up at him, absolutely charmed. Her free hand touches the soft spot of his muzzle in return before he's taking the apple she offered. Juice sprays everywhere from the spot where he's chomped it in half. She giggles, ducking her head to avoid it and yet she still can't seem to take her eyes off of him.

The woman that materializes suddenly beside them captures Kamaria's attentions this time, and she returns the warm smile as she reaches up to try and pet Atlas. "Well Atlas is very handsome-" she starts to say, when suddenly he's pressing his sticky nose to her cheek. She giggles quietly at this, unable to help it. She proceeds to tell him happily, "I'm glad you like it."

Her face tilts so she can better regard the woman, who is fairly small and elegant with hair just as blonde as her own. She absently reaches out to try and touch a lock of it, wondering if it's as soft as it looks. "My name's Kamaria," she whispers back, leaning in close as if this is a secret too, "I like your hair."
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
Masseuse / Headmistress

Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 3 - Strg: 38 - Dext: 38 - Endr: 54 - Luck: 40 - Int:
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#5
Hotaru

The pair are just as charmed, Hotaru’s eyes softening when faced with the child’s beaming grin. Atlas remains still, massive head carefully held within her reach for all manner of pets and pats, carefully angling his horn away from her. “That’s his way of saying thank you,” Hotaru says through her grin, eyeing the gleaming sticky print her companion has left on the girl’s skin. Atlas whuffles at her when she speaks directly to him, crunching away at the apple in his teeth while his bonded takes over the conversation.

Hotaru leans closer for the girl to grasp a lock of her incredibly long hair, maternal heart swelling at the sight of such tiny hands. “My name’s Hotaru, but my friends call me Ru. And I think we must be friends now.” The whispers continue as she winks playfully, reaching a hand to caress an errant golden curl on Kamaria’s brow. “We almost match, don’t we? Which means your hair must be very pretty too.” Still kneeling, she uses Atlas’ eyes to look about for the child’s parents. Finding none, she tilts her head at the girl. “Are you adventuring? Or playing hide and seek?” All too aware the direct question of her parents whereabouts could make her sullen and mute. Children were often the same in many ways, and Hotaru had raised her fair share.
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Kamaria Wrenzaok


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#6
love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Atlas welcomes the hand that reaches up to pet him, and Kamaria can't stop herself from focusing on the velvety skin around his muzzle. Her gaze lights up with an adoration that seems to stick, same as the apple juice, and she offers the unicorn one last smile before her attentions turn away from it - for now.

When the woman leans closer for her to touch her hair, Kamaria is pleasantly surprised to find that it is just as soft as it looks - if not softer. Her mouth forms a small 'o' as she lets it part between her fingers. There are waves and toussles within it, a wildness that breathes its own life into the beautiful blonde locks. Her gaze lifts up to meet Hotaru's as her small hand falls away. "Oh, can we be friends? I love making new friends!" She beams excitedly, and suddenly this feels like a superbly successful venture.

The hand that reaches for Kamaria's own hair is met with a small giggle and a slight flinch, for she's very ticklish, but she remains as still as she can anyway. As for her hair being pretty too? A blush creeps into her round cheeks and she ducks her chin. "I wish it was longer, like yours," she admits shyly.

As for adventuring and playing hide and seek, Kamaria shakes her head in earnest. "No, I'm hiding from my teachers," she reveals bluntly, though she also says this as if it's not a very big deal. She even shrugs her shoulders and offers by way of explanation: "I don't want to go back to class, it's not as fun." Especially not when there are unicorns and nice ladies like Ru to make friends with!
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
Masseuse / Headmistress

Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
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#7
Hotaru

Hotaru marvels anew at the small nature of Kamaria's hand, recalling with a heartbroken nostalgia the days when her own children had been so small. Hotaru claps her hands down against her knees in an excited gesture, expression dramatic and pleased. "Of course we can! But then you must call me Ru, okay?" Smile fond and mismatched eyes warm. The inherent shyness in the girl isn't unexpected, but Hotaru had once been cripplingly self-conscious, and her internal response is fierce with the desire to ensure Kamaria does not ever feel the same way. Just as she'd raised her own girls.

"Your hair is absolutely beautiful sweet girl. And you want to know a secret? At your age, it grows super fast." Winking, she plucks a chunk of her own hair and tickles the ends against Kamaria's blushing cheeks, overwhelmed by affection. "So maybe it'll even grow down to your feet!" Eyes wide as she looks the girl up and down as if envisioning it.

Her honesty is appreciated, though Hotaru already desires to teach her some manner of secrecy to keep her safe. Torchline isn't the greatest place, and she's grateful the girl had not wandered into the presence of a more unsavory individual. "You're right, class can be quite boring. How about we go for a ride instead?" Grin slow and mischievous as it unfurls on her lips, turning to tilt her chin at Atlas meaningfully.
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Kamaria Wrenzaok


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#8
love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria's grin grows big and bright, Hotaru's encouraging words and gentle acts of kindness not failing to pull her out of the momentary shyness. As her hair is brought up to tickle across her cheek, she wrinkles her nose and eventually breaks out into a jubilent laugh. The image of having fair all the way down to her feet doesn't help to calm her laughter, either.

"No way!" She counters in disbelief, breaking away from the tickling to look up at Hotaru again, "Nobody's hair can grow that long! Well, maybe..." she thinks her mom could make hair into any length or color, hence why her own did not match either of her parent's. And what would she do, if her hair grew that long? Oh, but wouldn't it be quite something?

But all other conversation is suddenly swept away, overshadowed by the invitation the woman suddenly gives to her. "Can we, Ru? Really?" She could almost burst with the excitement that gives her. She whirls on the unicorn, moving over to try and catch his attentions once more. Her hand reaches up toward his leg, unfazed by his size in comparison to her. "Is that okay with you, Atlas?" She asks him.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
Hotaru Kaito
the Valkyrie
Masseuse / Headmistress

Age: 33 | Height: 5'2 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: King's End
Level: 3 - Strg: 38 - Dext: 38 - Endr: 54 - Luck: 40 - Int:
Played by: Brit Offline
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#9
Hotaru

The girl's laughter is like sunshine dappling through leaves, and Hotaru is helpless but to join her, impossibly endeared. It is a unique quality of children, to so innocently wrap the Valkyrie around their little fingers. Somehow it is the only time when she can reflect on her own children and not hurt with the loss of them; instead seeing only the jubilant innocence of their early years that she had been honored to witness.

"Oh yes, it certainly can! But if it does, I promise I'll braid it in all sorts of pretty patterns." Her smile crinkles her eyes at the edges, wondering if the child's parents have attempted such things with the golden hair she already has. If not, Hotaru would be happy to do so and help enrich the girl's life - as she already is, if Kamaria's sudden excitement is any indication.

Laughing brightly, Hotaru straightens from where she had been kneeling and offers her hand to Kamaria. "Of course!" Atlas drops his head when the girl whirls on him, and as her polite and endearing attentiveness that translates from Hotaru across the bond the massive unicorn bobs his head in approximation of a nod. "He says yes," Hotaru translates just in case. "He'll even do a trick for you." Atlas obligingly shuffles to his knees in slow, methodical movements to make it easier for both child and bonded to mount him. Moving up behind Kamaria Hotaru gently picks the girl up the rest of the way, settling her on Atlas' broad back before swinging her leg over to sit behind her. Gentle hands guide Kamaria's to the dark locks of Atlas' mane. "Hold on tight, okay? It won't hurt him."

Atlas awaits her mental command, and with an arm securely around the girl's waist, Hotaru gives it. Moments later Atlas heaves himself to his feet in a small spray of sand, and with nary a care for the other shoppers ventures forth at a long-legged stride, careful not to escalate into a trot lest he displace the precious cargo on top.
come what may
she would be wild, untrammeled, free
Hotaru has a passive magic that makes her glow with an internal golden light; it makes her appear youthful and her hair seems to look like moving sunlight. Can only subtly illuminate dark spaces.
Kamaria Wrenzaok


Age: 20 | Height: Tall | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Other
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#10
love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria is still imagining what those braids look like when the invitation is given to ride Atlas, and she is so very excited to be able to experience that! Of course the answer is 'yes', so when the unicorn begins to kneel down for them, she grins so broadly it plants little dimples in her chubby cheeks.

Before she can say anything about the trick, however, Hotaru is lifting her onto his back. She gives a quiet little "Woah" in response. Trying to pay attention when instructions are given, she looks down at his mane and quickly buries her fingers into it. Normally she might falter at the thought that it could hurt him, but Hotaru says it doesn't - so she'll hold on very tightly. Truly she hadn't known what to expect but, as Atlas rises to his hooves, she feels butterflies whirl around in her stomach.

It flutters into a nervous giggle within her chest. But as Atlas walks forth through the crowd, and she grows more accustomed to the feeling of riding, her giggle becomes a happier laugh. "We're so tall, Ru!" She exclaims, glancing up over her shoulder.

"Could we go wherever we wanted to?" Ah, the dangers of a child's imagination is such that, already, she wants to explore the world. To find the tallest mountains and deepest rivers, so long as it is all from the back of a unicorn. "Even the jungle, or the mountains?"
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria


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