she's the kind of girl you can never please
Perhaps in contrast, the other woman out on the Tundra today has weathered its extremes enough times to trace these distant, mountainous peaks even in dreams. The cold does not bother her any longer, not since the Academy's dormant blessing had been reinstated among the Headmistress and her students. Even before, her heart had belonged to these regions of ice and snow, and Halo's frozen winds were more comforting than any suitor's soft hands. Combined, it allows for a freedom of attire most Halovians cannot indulge in; flowing skirts, sheerer blouses, fewer layers - and beautiful leather gloves meant for dexterity instead of warmth. The longbow on her shoulder is the only visible addition to her frame that marks her as hunting; her other weapons are undoubtedly more powerful, but they are small and more easily concealed. While it's easier to track and kill her prey in her feline form, Hotaru has admittedly been craving the challenge of stalking with only human eyes and senses to guide her - senses that alert her to the solitary figure out on the tundra with relative ease, picking out the dark shape on a backdrop of white.
Pupils shrink and irises bleed gold as hawk eyes overtake human, allowing her to examine the woman from a distance. Curious...she doesn't recognize the stranger. Intrigued now, the Valkyrie changes course to cross paths with the other woman, raising her hand to flag her down until they are within speaking distance. It is refreshing to encounter someone her height, short enough to comfortably meet eyes with; her own appraising but expression intentionally neutral, inviting. "What are you tracking?" She's aware the woman has no visible weapon - certainly nothing strong enough to take down any worthwhile prey - but she words it to entice the woman into explanation without coming on too strong.
Hotaru
