Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
“Understandably,” she snorts, and is unashamed with how her cheeks don’t even color recalling her boldness that day, kissing him as he stood upon an altar opposite another woman. It’s precisely why she isn’t sure she’ll ever keep her promise to Seren now that the girl has disappeared again, why she’ll never bring herself to court Safrin’s ire - more than she already has. There’s no use in chasing ghosts when the only similarity between Safrin and her old goddess is the physical realm they embody. Though his gaze travels, hers never strays from his face. A wry smile expressing he can take his time sorting out his mind. She has nowhere to be. Though she does preen a little, pleased that she’d been right yet again and he’d been granted the quest he desired. But talk of offers…
Expression turns more hesitant. Hotaru trusts Frey, far more than Safrin or Ludo, but something heavy and grandiose sits in the cradle of his vowels. “What kind of offer?” It stretches slow and slightly wary, but willing to listen. Her faith in her God holding her fast.
