Hotaru
Mumble it may be, but it’s an answer, and Ru laughs brightly and reaches anew to caress a hand over Boreal’s regal head. “Impossible not to like her really,” she croons, more to the dragon than the young man she’s actually talking to. The rest can be forgiven, if not forgotten. Hotaru likes to think their relationship - though budding - is strong enough to weather hurt feelings and a season of quiet.
The flicker of his eyes, the gratitude plain, prompts a further encouraging nod. He is doing well in keeping his nerves locked down, which means the skull on his spear doesn’t wobble and shake in a way that might dissuade the creature from taking it. But take it it does, and Hotaru stifles a fond laugh as Tal nearly collapses as he finally breathes in. Had he even taken one in that entire time?
After confirming to herself the Penolaeth was gone, Ru approaches man and dragon. “Wonderful job, Tal. We’ll make a Monster Hunter of you yet.” She winks playfully, and extends a hand to help him from his squat. “Can I keep you company while you make your way home?” To make up for lost time, and make more memories in the meantime.
The flicker of his eyes, the gratitude plain, prompts a further encouraging nod. He is doing well in keeping his nerves locked down, which means the skull on his spear doesn’t wobble and shake in a way that might dissuade the creature from taking it. But take it it does, and Hotaru stifles a fond laugh as Tal nearly collapses as he finally breathes in. Had he even taken one in that entire time?
After confirming to herself the Penolaeth was gone, Ru approaches man and dragon. “Wonderful job, Tal. We’ll make a Monster Hunter of you yet.” She winks playfully, and extends a hand to help him from his squat. “Can I keep you company while you make your way home?” To make up for lost time, and make more memories in the meantime.
so many roads, you don't know where you've been
but you still know who you are
but you still know who you are
