Hotaru
"I think it might be, what I can tell from reflections," she agrees, heartened by the mere idea of sharing the sky with someone else. Hotaru had yet to show Deimos, but he was the only other she knew with a flighted form. "I'm still getting the hang of flying, so you'll have plenty to teach me." An agreement to such a day without the words needing to be said.
Pretty face twisting empathetically at the mention of the blight and Ronin being infected by it, Hotaru gracefully lets him move the topic past them. "When we discovered the Climb, the sickness led me to losing seasons lost in the Wilds. I came to myself with only Atlas around, and had no idea where I was. I think dead gifts might have been preferable to that." Nate's words haunt her, accusations of expecting to be welcomed home time and again with open arms, when she'd never wanted to leave them in the first place. It's not just Remi who doesn't want to remember the particulars of those times.
Luckily Remi has the distracting artistry of a storyteller whether he knows it or not, and Ru listens intently, captivated by the imagery he paints. "It sounds beautiful," she whispers, at a loss for a better word when faced with such vivid descriptions. Entirely different from the icy reaches of the Basin and Halo, and even more so from Torchline. What would it be like, to live there? "I'd like that too," Ru confides, though far less bashfully, as a woman who is not inclined towards it. "Though flying anywhere near trees sounds daunting." The cheekiness of her smile, however, assures it will not stop her in the least. "Where would I find you?" In realms beyond dreams, where he is much harder to find.
Pretty face twisting empathetically at the mention of the blight and Ronin being infected by it, Hotaru gracefully lets him move the topic past them. "When we discovered the Climb, the sickness led me to losing seasons lost in the Wilds. I came to myself with only Atlas around, and had no idea where I was. I think dead gifts might have been preferable to that." Nate's words haunt her, accusations of expecting to be welcomed home time and again with open arms, when she'd never wanted to leave them in the first place. It's not just Remi who doesn't want to remember the particulars of those times.
Luckily Remi has the distracting artistry of a storyteller whether he knows it or not, and Ru listens intently, captivated by the imagery he paints. "It sounds beautiful," she whispers, at a loss for a better word when faced with such vivid descriptions. Entirely different from the icy reaches of the Basin and Halo, and even more so from Torchline. What would it be like, to live there? "I'd like that too," Ru confides, though far less bashfully, as a woman who is not inclined towards it. "Though flying anywhere near trees sounds daunting." The cheekiness of her smile, however, assures it will not stop her in the least. "Where would I find you?" In realms beyond dreams, where he is much harder to find.
will you stay with me tonight?
you could be my cure
you could be my cure
