she's the kind of girl you can never please
The woman's quiet is respectfully given space to exist without scrutiny - at least not overt scrutiny. Hotaru is incapable of ever truly ceasing in her constant dissection of the world around her. At least there is familiarity in the rote words of comfort; Ru had heard it time and again in the wake of Enzo's death. "Thank you," she murmurs, used to accepting the sentiment behind the otherwise bland words. "Mort blessed us with a chance to say our goodbyes. Now, I merely try to empower the Abandoned who are comfortable outing their racial status." Many still hid in fear, hiding the power that should be their birthright. Hotaru can only hope to reach as many as she can. Alys is right to be hesitant; in Halo, Abandoned are commonplace, but divination often went hand-in-hand with the cannibals and cults of old. Luckily, Hotaru is not so small minded. "Truly? How wonderful, do you perform readings for others?" Sincere intrigue lights up her expression as they walk, turning her head to keep eye contact comfortably as they talk. "Illusion magic isn't something I am deeply versed in, but I have compulsion magic. There are enough similarities between them - perhaps I can give you some insight." Regardless of whether she becomes a student or not.
Hotaru
