HOTARU
Her smile is more certain as he presses, perhaps even fond. She had forgotten this part - the fragility, the tenderness others treat her with. It’s something she had missed. Sometimes it was nice to be treated so delicately even if she held power that was nothing to sneer at in her diminutive form. “I’m sure. It’s not my first go around,” she assures, though she’s hardly old. Traveling through portals sort of did that to you, equating ages roughly between forms. Not that she had been very old when she had her first either. Certainly still a child herself. She listens keenly to what he says, intrigue humming in her throat. “How interesting. I’ve never been harmed by my lightning, even when losing control. Though I also lived in a different world prior to here.” Outlanders the pair of them, which makes their experiences wholly unique and yet incredibly similar from the moment they entered Caido and on.
Hotaru takes his hand, grip firm despite her petite frame. “Hotaru, nice to meet you. Did you come to train your magic or melee?” With the topic of magic at hand it admittedly makes her curious.
I am a breathtaking mosaic
of all the battles I've won
of all the battles I've won
