walk me home in the dead of night
Given the striking similarities in build and self-carriage that both Hotaru and her daughter shared, there was no shame in mistaking Hotaru for Flora or the other way around; well, unless you were Tal, of course.
Spinning nimbly on her heel at the sound not only of the courier's voice, but of the courier's voice ringing out with preamble and with overfamiliarity in her mother's home, had Flora's lips pulled tight and her eyes wide in an expression of caughtcha.
"Oh heeeyyyyy." The Doubletake trills in response, wearing a pair of her mother's leggings, an overly large sweater (gross, was it Tal's????), and some slippers. On her shoulder was perched a mound of white, which came alive with a youthful yawn before stretching out tiny pale wings and screeching a warning to Boreal. Seemingly unaware of her size and inexperience, the small dragon leaped from Flora's shoulder and flew unsteadily toward the larger dragon, seemingly fueled by nothing more than angst and anger that there was an intruder on the hearth.
Spinning nimbly on her heel at the sound not only of the courier's voice, but of the courier's voice ringing out with preamble and with overfamiliarity in her mother's home, had Flora's lips pulled tight and her eyes wide in an expression of caughtcha.
"Oh heeeyyyyy." The Doubletake trills in response, wearing a pair of her mother's leggings, an overly large sweater (gross, was it Tal's????), and some slippers. On her shoulder was perched a mound of white, which came alive with a youthful yawn before stretching out tiny pale wings and screeching a warning to Boreal. Seemingly unaware of her size and inexperience, the small dragon leaped from Flora's shoulder and flew unsteadily toward the larger dragon, seemingly fueled by nothing more than angst and anger that there was an intruder on the hearth.
