'Cause sometimes we don't really notice just how good it can get
so maybe we should start all over
so maybe we should start all over
Hotaru wakes with the sun. With a bed that is unfamiliar to her and having imbibed a solitary drink the night before, there is nothing to impede her awakening nor entice her to stay beneath the sheets. It was a refreshing marvel to be able to sleep with nothing on her skin, something she never gets to experience in Halo.
Tal rises at a similar hour, and she sees him to his skyboat on his way off to Halo before returning to the inn to begin working on her new project. She'd asked to switch rooms to find one with the most amount of windows, and it takes a matter of minutes to take her small, neatly-packed bag to the new room. They'd been quite understanding given she was remaining longer after her companion left, it made sense to downsize. She leaves her new room number with the front desk for when Sunjata arrives, making it easier for him to find her and easier for the workers to direct him her way without needing to call her down for confirmation.
It takes some work, but at least it keeps her mind busy and off the multitude of events from the prior night. Remi and Ronin, Sunjata and Isla, Dantalion, George...
Shaking her head, Hotaru refocuses on the task at hand. The final touches are mere details and as such easy enough to put into place. Then all that is left is to wait, so she leaves her balcony doors open wide and sits in the sunlight on one of the wicker chairs beyond, watching the waves and nibbling at a croissant for breakfast.
Tal rises at a similar hour, and she sees him to his skyboat on his way off to Halo before returning to the inn to begin working on her new project. She'd asked to switch rooms to find one with the most amount of windows, and it takes a matter of minutes to take her small, neatly-packed bag to the new room. They'd been quite understanding given she was remaining longer after her companion left, it made sense to downsize. She leaves her new room number with the front desk for when Sunjata arrives, making it easier for him to find her and easier for the workers to direct him her way without needing to call her down for confirmation.
It takes some work, but at least it keeps her mind busy and off the multitude of events from the prior night. Remi and Ronin, Sunjata and Isla, Dantalion, George...
Shaking her head, Hotaru refocuses on the task at hand. The final touches are mere details and as such easy enough to put into place. Then all that is left is to wait, so she leaves her balcony doors open wide and sits in the sunlight on one of the wicker chairs beyond, watching the waves and nibbling at a croissant for breakfast.
start all over again
Hotaru
