Hotaru
you talk a lot of shit for someone who's sorry now
Linking arms companionably with Alys, Hotaru chuckles at Talyson’s faint call from within. “Someday he’s going to quite literally trip headfirst into trouble,” she sighs fondly. It’s a good thing he is getting stronger every season or she would have far more reason to be concerned for his welfare. Focusing instead on her less chaotic friend, Ru hums understandingly at the woman’s confession. “Sometimes it can be healing to return after big changes. If you’d like, I’d go with you.” Whether Alys takes her up on it is not within her control, but Hotaru will gladly provide emotional support while the seer revisits her roots. It would be disingenuous to say Ru would not have similar feelings in that scenario.
Tal’s call is muffled but still clear enough to be understood, and Ru hastens her pace a little with a small frown. He’s luckily not far, though what he’s doing on the ground with his arms around Boreal’s neck is beyond her. Dropping Alys’s arm (though not without a fond pat of her hand on her friend’s bicep) the Valkyrie edges between Tal and the wall to peer at the strange circle. “It almost looks like an offering fire, but there are no shrines around here. At least, none I know of.” Maybe best not to rely on an Abandoned hybrid for that stuff.
