Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Of course despite the vast, hungry emptiness of the Sea of Glass Hotaru cannot be granted the serenity of a night alone. How the odds work in constant favor of forcing her to interact with others in Caido is beyond her. She is not an unfriendly woman, though she is not overtly friendly either, but the overwhelming assembly that greets her (or trespasses upon her personal time depending on your viewpoint) is still a lot to contend with. The man that speaks is young, though not overly so. Plain in many ways, though that could be the thick clothes concealing him. Dark hair and light eyes are all she can discern from the distance. A proper Halovians native. Ironic then, considering she is just as at home in the arctic and yet looks so out of place with her own fair features and unblemished skin. “Who cares to know?” she responds, voice easy and regal, unhurried as she places another stone. Perhaps he has forgotten his manners, but Ru is content to remind him with her pointed sass.
