Hotaru
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
Sometimes Hotaru forgets how light-footed she can be, and so her ensuing smile is a tad apologetic. The woman is rather young, which certainly makes the Valkyrie soften her normally healthily suspicious edges. "Apologies. Do be careful, though - Halo has quite a few predators that can catch you unawares." Hotaru included, clearly.
She could have guessed the young woman was a tourist of sorts, but the confirmation is appreciated. As is the way she cleans her hand before offering it to the Valkyrie, who takes it and shakes it firmly with a strength that may seem at odds with her petite form.
"A pleasure. My name is Hotaru." Glancing over at the tree Sohalia had been prying spidersilk off of, she tilts her head and considers the best solution. "If you'd like some help, I have some time to spare." Assuming Sohalia will agree, she proactively transforms her hands to the sharp claws of her cougar shift, carefully slipping the points beneath a particularly thick strand and cutting through it. It's more difficult than normal, but that's not surprising given the tensile properties of the cloud spider silk. It just makes it more intriguing of a chore. "So you're a cartographer - but where do you live?" The least she can do is make conversation before returning to her hunt.
She could have guessed the young woman was a tourist of sorts, but the confirmation is appreciated. As is the way she cleans her hand before offering it to the Valkyrie, who takes it and shakes it firmly with a strength that may seem at odds with her petite form.
"A pleasure. My name is Hotaru." Glancing over at the tree Sohalia had been prying spidersilk off of, she tilts her head and considers the best solution. "If you'd like some help, I have some time to spare." Assuming Sohalia will agree, she proactively transforms her hands to the sharp claws of her cougar shift, carefully slipping the points beneath a particularly thick strand and cutting through it. It's more difficult than normal, but that's not surprising given the tensile properties of the cloud spider silk. It just makes it more intriguing of a chore. "So you're a cartographer - but where do you live?" The least she can do is make conversation before returning to her hunt.
But I would love you in any form you take
