Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
“‘I-do’? What an unfortunate name,” she clicks her tongue softly as if in commiseration. Though, animal lover as she is, Ru can’t help but be momentarily distracted by the lovable fluffy beasts who have the misfortune of being tied to the otherwise far less pet-able man she must engage with. Sparing a moment to croon at them and waggle her fingers their way. Plunk goes another stone into the snow, unaware of the increasing interest in the dragon above. “Halo is the land of magic, do you think it could be a spell I’m concocting?” Her voice is a dramatic hush, like a stolen secret between children. Maybe it’s just been a while, but it’s great to pull someone’s leg again.
