Hotaru
What indeed? “Visitation wouldn’t be much of an issue, but my own comfort is something I’m willing to sacrifice to make it easier. Until they’re a little older.” And more capable of voicing their own opinions on the matter. Hotaru wouldn’t sway them to think any certain way about Remi, Ronin, or Mateo. In fact she was stubbornly mute about it. Her children’s choices would be accepted with open arms, regardless of the pull Ru sometimes feels to Torchline.
Ru tucks and ties her dress up into a knot at her hip, and then begins helping the girl sift through the ash, dumping handfuls to hurry the process along. A croon of appreciation hums in her throat, envisioning destruction and adventure made all the more potent by a dragon’s presence. “Of course you did you little firebug,” Hotaru laughs. Slowing, but not pausing, she spares a more serious glance out of the corner of her eye. “How are you doing at home, sweetheart?” Voice soft with concern, but not patronizing. Always fond of pet names and the like, though she’s had woefully few chances to use them on Melita in the past seasons. Did she still live with Nate and Sunjata? And…well, how was that going? Considering the girl is still clearly faithful to Ludo, Ru can’t imagine the brewing storm going on in the household - or in the honeybee’s heart.
Ru tucks and ties her dress up into a knot at her hip, and then begins helping the girl sift through the ash, dumping handfuls to hurry the process along. A croon of appreciation hums in her throat, envisioning destruction and adventure made all the more potent by a dragon’s presence. “Of course you did you little firebug,” Hotaru laughs. Slowing, but not pausing, she spares a more serious glance out of the corner of her eye. “How are you doing at home, sweetheart?” Voice soft with concern, but not patronizing. Always fond of pet names and the like, though she’s had woefully few chances to use them on Melita in the past seasons. Did she still live with Nate and Sunjata? And…well, how was that going? Considering the girl is still clearly faithful to Ludo, Ru can’t imagine the brewing storm going on in the household - or in the honeybee’s heart.
from the base of her neck to the arch of her eyelids
her beauty made a slave of me
her beauty made a slave of me
