she's the kind of girl you can never please
The wind is particularly strong today, and the woman's dark curls are whipped into a veritable frenzy because of it. It obscures her features intermittently, but as the two convene Hotaru is able to peer past to the disgruntled expression beyond. Definitely not a Halovian then. The foreign-made winter garments are even more obvious, and the envious question is the final nail in the proverbial coffin. Hotaru laughs lightly, and slowly - telegraphing her movements - reaches for the woman's shoulder. A touch of magic is all it takes; doubling the woman's natural body heat with her fire to warm her from within, and creating a small bubble of air around them to dispel the bone-cutting winds. Both blonde and brunette tresses still immediately, and though Hotaru takes her hand back, she keeps her magic active for both elements to allow the woman to warm back up. "Combination of things. Halovian garments are much warmer, and I run a magic academy that blesses its students with cold resistance. Of course, my own magic is quite helpful," she admits easily, gesturing loosely with one bare hand to the general state of being she has created around them. Extending that hand, the Valkyrie smiles, always happy to show off and help someone along the way. "Hotaru. Where are you from?"
Hotaru
