Amidst the pink of the blossoms, their child stood, proud and elegant. She was born of the sakuras and the sands, melded together with a kiss of snow to herald her into the home she would one day occupy. A proud horn sat atop her dished face as she stared out across the field, hip cocked as if she truly had nowhere else to go. Though Hotaru had once intended to be a soldier of the Basin, it seemed once she'd delved into the world of sneaking and stealing she'd never desired to go back. Part of her was disappointed, wanting to lead more in her absent father's steps than the mother she'd never really loved. The other part had accepted that she'd clearly inherited her mother's talent, and there was no point putting it to waste. So she was nonetheless pleased that both groups were required to do their spring spars, and she had traveled to the Island for a change of scenery. Perhaps her partner would think the same.

A mild spring wind had set the petals of the trees into a happy maelstrom, and they caught stubbornly in her long sand-and-snow tresses, battering like broken-winged butterflies against her skin. It would definitely be an interesting environment to fight in, she mused to herself. One that would disrupt their vision and disorient them. It was an exciting prospect.

When her partner was not immediately forthcoming, she lifted her delicate face and sang out for him. She would not be berated for Jakar not appearing on the battlefield to face her, that was certain. Hotaru took no blows for simpletons that were of no use to her, and should he not show, she would be very disappointed. Snorting to herself she shifted her hips to cock out her opposite hind leg, eyes narrowing into a bored expression as she awaited her opponent. Didn't he know that she didn't have all the time in the world? Hotaru had far more important things to be doing, and they did not revolve around babysitting a Phantom that did not care to show up promptly.

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Seasonal spar for @[Jakar]! Sorry it's so late >.< didn't know who was going to post it, and Semester End Finals ate me.

Environment: Mild wind, the cherry blossoms are swirling about in heavy number, the ground is grass/dirt and rather firm, open area.

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