Hotaru
Tonight, you look so lovely
It's your eyes that define me
There is a fleeting, momentary shadow to Maea's expression that Hotaru presumes is due to Sunjata's name, but the rest is beyond her. Even as astute as she is at reading people, there are certain deeper motivations and complexities she can only guess at, and until Maea deems to share them with her, she will never truly know. Were she not a friend it would be a toy to chew on, a puzzle to solve. The closeness that the Ancient has garnered over the years however has granted her firm amnesty from Hotaru's prying, sneaky ways. It's your eyes that define me
Besides, there is joy to be had here; in Maea's surprise, in the memory of her son, in the newness of her own altered existence. Hotaru laughs freely, the sound echoing in the boughs overhead. It is muffled only by the easy way she goes into Maea's spontaneous embrace, arms rising to envelop the other woman readily. "Congratulate, definitely. It's a happy moment; I'm sharing it with Enzo just as much as you." And there will be time, she knows, for explanations. To know one another in deeper, more painful ways. Hotaru has learned the value of opening those doors, no matter how intimidating, if it means there is yet one more person to add to the trusted fold.
Pulling away only enough to see her, arms still wrapped around the Ancient's waist loosely, Hotaru smiles and lets her hair bleed as white as Maea's, eyes shifting to reflect the same shifting blue-red-lavender of the other woman's eyes. They're imperfect twins given Hotaru can't change her bone structure, but it's extremely convincing on the whole. "Maybe Ludo will prefer me more like this," she teases with a wink, hoping to pay homage to Maea's faithfulness of old without stumbling upon the sore spot of her new allegiances which had been chosen for her.
