HOTARU
Hotaru wonders fleetingly if Remi’s homeland had any Gods, and then realizes she had no idea if he’s an Outlander at all. Perhaps that’s why the thought had never occurred to him - Hotaru had instantaneously assumed it to be an inevitability with how the deities differed. Hope isn’t something she expects, but it blossoms all the same. “For us,” she corrects gently, expression soft with understanding. It would lay to rest both their worries about reunion. “I would ask myself, but I’ve never met Ludo. I intend to - Frey told me to seek them out regarding Atlas, but I would be hesitant to ask too much at once. Or at all.” For a woman who had been Abandoned, Hotaru has been lucky to not have a negative firsthand encounter with one of the heralds. Somehow she knows that will change when she asks for the way of the world to be altered on the emotional whims of her heart. His denial is not unexpected; what ground does she have to stand on? It is not her job alone to convince him, though she adds herself to faceless others all the same. “It would be nice to join them here,” she agrees, just as calm and fearless as she’d been the last time they’d talked about her death. Strange topics they seem to find for conversation.
Leaving the tree is unnecessary with how this world bends to her whim, so instead she envisions a thick blanket with downy pillows that embrace her as she kneels. “It’s early yet, but do you have any naming traditions for the baby?” It seems they’ve scarcely talked about the baby at all despite the revelation having called him to her side. All but her first child had been named according to the traditions of their fathers, and part of her selfishly wants to avoid that.
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
