Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Hotaru scarcely sees his reaction, too busy being enchanted by the dog’s enthusiasm, laughing softly as she cranes back slightly but otherwise allows the dog to place its paws upon her thighs and nearly climb her. “Such are the considerations a good mother must make. Undoubtedly I will be involved one way or another.” Whether as a council member or even just a confidant for the Warden to be named. She is fine with that. If she were not so blessed to have a chance to be a mother again despite all odds and difficulties in being a single mom, she would perhaps pack her children up and not care about the consequences so long as they were safe and close at hand. Grinning, content to be a bit looser with her emoting around him, Ru allows a bit of mischief to crinkle the edges of her heterochromatic eyes. “I’ll have to give them a discount on your behalf.” Dropping a kiss on the wriggly pup’s head in a moment of softness, she stands only to move to the next victim. “I never forget a face,” she admits, winking as she taps the side of her nose conspiratorially. “Are you going to be remaining closer to home for a time?”
