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06-04-2015, 06:13 PM
Hotaru
and Alice
To see her flinch away caused pain in Hotaru's heart, both as a Basin member and as a mother. She frowned softly, eyes sympathetic and mouth twisted in compassion. The maiden could recall all too well the horrors of the wilds, of living in them too young, too fragile. Outside of Helovia? Well, Hotaru had never seen it as a native, but it made her skin tremble and shiver with the mere idea. Wherever Mirabella had found herself, it had clearly done her no favors, physically or psychologically. "Go, fetch me Yarrow and All-Heal. Or Lena, should you find her first." After Arya had collapsed on the borders, rightfully dead, Hotaru had taken a few lessons from Lena. There was never any harm in rounding out her knowledge after all, and if she could implement it to ease any of Mirabella's pain she would. Alice ran off with a yip of understanding, bypassing Deodat as she departed. "Yes, I'm Arya's momma. My name is Hotaru," she clarified, voice soft and eyes following. She knew what it was to fear, to doubt and flinch away, and she wanted to ease and remove those fears. Especially from a girl who just as easily could have been her own daughter in another life and time. Deodat by then had registered just who Hotaru was speaking to, and the lass moved quietly out of the way for the reunion to take place. It was the least she could do, for she had no ties to either of them truly. Though she cared for Deodat, they had never proclaimed any sort of love for each other, and Hotaru doubted she even could. Mirabella hardly knew her as it was. So she moved aside and faded away, quietly awaiting Alice's return, which came rather swiftly. The pup was clearly awkward, holding the herbs within her teeth while trying simultaneously to not slobber all over them. It endeared Hotaru further, but she accepted the bundle with gratitude that was welcomed with a burst of pride from the pup. Taking them into her own teeth she chewed them to a pulp, carefully placing them on one of the leaves she had not drawn into her mouth in order to speak to Mirabella. "Hold still, darling," she murmured, the endearment coming naturally to her. Drawing the mixture back to her lips she turned and placed the mixture gently upon any open wound and scratch that she could find, wishing she could take away the scars that she was too late to have healed. Stepping back, knowing her touch was likely unwelcome with the anxiety the youth was probably feeling, the maiden wiped her mouth into the snow to rid herself of the disgusting mixture and quietly watched the rest of the reunion with quiet, concerned eyes. |
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