promise I'll see you again

I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times
hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night

A small noise of amusement escapes her mouth at the idea of a 'Ru radar'. "I'd be flattered if The Voice saw fit to make a radar for someone as simple as me," she titters, recalling the electric air that had overtaken her when she'd left an offering at The Voice's shrine. She'd not been fit for a visit then, and Frey has been the only one to deign to do so - perhaps because of their similar natures - but she respects The Voice nonetheless. Which makes the idea all the more hilarious and preposterous.

There's something rather chivalrous and romantic about the moment as they go walking down the beach together, but Hotaru knows better than to place any merit in the flirtations of beautiful women. Especially demigoddesses who can do far better than a deposed Queen with a hunger for power. "I'm more of an ice and snow woman, but I think I could shed a few layers for such a prestigious first claim." Wessex plays her like a fiddle, and Hotaru is far from unaware, but with the offer already on the table she has no inclination to decline to try and preserve her pride or some other such nonsense. Her eyes still spark with the desire for adventure, for turmoil. For the chance to wrap her hands in the puppeteer's strings and overtake that which she wishes to own. This may not be an immediate path to that end, but neither had exploring the cannibal's hideout and she'd ventured below the earth all the same. "Consider me part of your group, then. I'm sure you can turn on your radar to find me come Flowerbirth when we're ready?" The light teasing dripping upon her lips once more with ease, even as her mind spins out machinations and plots for the trials that will surely come.

I still get a little scared of something new
But I feel a little safer when I'm with you