You are the sun - you heal and you burn
Hotaru is accustomed to customers new and old, and though she is not on the council and only sort of part of the House of Midnight staff, she can tell when something is off in the interesting way. Equally, most of the staff are accustomed to bending her ear when they think that 'thing of interest' is up her alley.
Striding over barefoot and glowing, Hotaru perches on the stool next to the young woman she'd been directed to, swinging her legs neatly one over the other as she leans one elbow on the bar. Her smile is distinctly maternal and not at all like the come-hither glances most courtesans employed in this communal area. "Hey there. You look a little down, anything I can help with?" With the offer preceding it, she extends a hand in case the young woman cares for such things. "I'm Hotaru, by the way."
Ellyra
Striding over barefoot and glowing, Hotaru perches on the stool next to the young woman she'd been directed to, swinging her legs neatly one over the other as she leans one elbow on the bar. Her smile is distinctly maternal and not at all like the come-hither glances most courtesans employed in this communal area. "Hey there. You look a little down, anything I can help with?" With the offer preceding it, she extends a hand in case the young woman cares for such things. "I'm Hotaru, by the way."
Ellyra
the Valkyrie
