Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Her lips are just parting to answer when her finely tuned instincts have the hairs on the back of her neck standing, and her eyes cut sharply to the sky. But it’s only the man’s companion, diving in a dark blur against the moonlight to dispatch the ningo with a swift vengeance. Hotaru jumps a little, a surprised laugh caught in her throat. The dragon curls around her stone, but otherwise doesn’t disturb it, so Ru is happy to leave the creature to it. Dropping her last stone at the very outer edge of the spiral, Hotaru turns to regard the wiry young man in full, hands rising to pull her hood back and allow him to see her in turn. Owner of the spa in the outskirts of the citadel, the woman who broke through the mountains to The Climb, adventurer of the cannibal-filled mines, temporary Warden, it doesn’t matter to her if he recognizes her from her various paths trod in Halo. “Frey asked that I take stones from the Rainbow Road and place them here beneath the full moon. Never fear - it’s something entirely for myself.” Though to some that may be more of a threat than a comfort.
