Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Revenge, she thinks with an amused note as his jaw drops satisfyingly. He is quite an expressive man, though she still can’t make out his identity with the harsh shadows cast on his face from the bright moon above. “Only fair to pull your leg a little when you interrupted my night,” she laughs melodically, softening now that the game is up. Ru wanders closer as the man takes to tending to his dogs, wishing she had morsels of her own to give them (if only to sneakily win their affections). Aware of how prized sled dogs are in the region, she stands a few paces away before asking, “May I?” Hand slightly extended in clear sign of her intentions. Hoping for the additional opportunity to get closer so she might recognize him without having to resort to asking outright.
