she's the kind of girl you can never please
Touch-starved as she is in her life of solitude, it is difficult not to reach for the color that suffuses Alys' cheeks, and her fingers dance restlessly against her own thighs with the restraint it takes to keep them there. Her joy is like an ocean for Hotaru to sit and watch, taking in each wave as it comes and goes. Even Hotaru isn't sure if it is a maternal pleasure or something more appreciative and romantic that warms her as she watches the Seer examine the garment. It has been too long since she has investigated such impulses. The exclamation is waved away with one graceful hand, and though the gesture itself is elegant, there is a firmness to her expression that brokers no room for argument. "Nonsense. Estus made these for me, and the colors wouldn't suit me nearly as well if I did choose to take them. Few in Halo are even close to my size, and you are now my student - of course I will provide for you." And, just to make her argument even stronger, she smiles and reaches out to readjust the front of the cloak. "Your cards brought you here. Let me give you this, so that you can stay longer and with more ease." Perhaps that was why they'd crossed paths in the first place.
Hotaru
