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12-25-2015, 12:12 AM
What is? Alice's rough voice echoed in her head as the pair wandered towards the pull the magic had on their beings. Hotaru had grown up in Helovia, was a native born child to it, as in tune to the magic as the land itself if she fancied herself a storyteller with a creative tongue. She knew not to ignore such things like this, not when they had proven so fruitful in the past. One such fruit standing proud and pale beside her, hellblack eyes peering up at her. Yes, Hotaru knew that these gatherings were important, and she would not be the one to miss out on them. It is...a celebration, of sorts. To keep spirits up? Even Hotaru could not give a proper answer to her beloved bonded, for she was a vain and shallow creature with desires in her heart that could not be denied. Materialistic, truly. In some ways she was her mother's parallel, but with the tinge of her father's possessiveness that had her clinging stubbornly to even the most useless of things. She liked to think she denied the true meaning behind this gathering, that it mattered less than nothing to her that it was meant to lift spirits and encourage hope and kinship. Still, she was a weak creature with diamond armor. It did not mean she could not feel the lie inside of herself. So she gathered at the edge, tentative. Hesitant. Wanting badly what was offered, her pale pink form beneath the flickering, hypnotizing lights. But still not sure that this was where she belonged, where she could be welcomed or even recognized. Thran, Alice huffed, and directed Hotaru's attention to where the Lord was standing on the outside of the crowd just as Hotaru was. Perhaps I am not so alone after all. |
Table by Nicole (Niki)
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