Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Hotaru ducks her head, skillfully using her long golden hair to conceal her continuing grin as she looks down at the blissed out pup between her hands. No sense in worsening things, not if she ever wants a chance of getting him into the spa to prove him wrong. His regret and empathy is appreciated, and admittedly not unexpected, but she waves it away with a graceful hand. “It’s okay, I have made my peace with it.” Her smile is barely there, but full of the weight of forgiveness for his incidental transgression. Dropping a kiss on this dog’s head too (for fairness of course) Hotaru straightens with a smile. “No, I will visit them independently when the sun rises. I wouldn’t say no to a ride however. I can fly, but I can’t claim to have been on a sled yet.” And one seems far more exciting than the other right now.
