[It's almost funny, isn't it? Hillis Inoaden, holder of the Inoaden power, attending a festival of spring. This is the season that the family's power comes from: It grants her control over roses, both for violence and beauty. And it is that same family of spring that would have otherwise locked their ugling duckling away and forbidden her from attending a party.
So while Hillis isn't fond of noisy events, she does attend the festival out of spite. A laced parasol guards her from direct sunlight as she searches for a blanket. None of them are empty, but she does see one especially large blanket with only one occupant. With the parasol in one hand and a tray of takoyaki in the other, Hillis approaches. She then wordlessly invites herself to sit on the opposite end of the blanket. It's only once she feels curious eyes on her that she speaks up.]
You don't need the whole thing for yourself, do you?
(II. The Fallen Stars)
[The rumors are easy enough to brush off. Hillis is used to people talking behind her back. Rather than grow a thick skin, she just stopped caring. The same applies to stories about the Fallen Stars. Because Hillis has no intention of going 'home,' she doesn't even listen for information's sake.
And yet, she hears enough for the latest rumor to affect her. It takes the form of a young man with red hair and a fancy set of custom red clothes. Hillis stops in place. He stands with a blonde girl, who is a few heads shorter than him and dressed in the finest of dresses. The pair laugh as they window shop. He takes out a wallet when the girl starts pointing at things that she wants.
Hillis would very much like to ignore them. She is disappointed to see her siblings taint this world, but it's not like she can murder them this time. That only worked because it was a part of her exit plan. But just as Hillis thinks back to their murder, the pair collapse into a puddle of black, glittery goo.
It's only now that Hillis approaches. Wide eyes begin to calm as she looks down at the dark substance.]
... That's not my power. [She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. Making eye contact with a stranger, her gold eyes narrow.] Am I supposed to clean up their messes here too?
Hillis Inoaden (Solitary Lady)
[It's almost funny, isn't it? Hillis Inoaden, holder of the Inoaden power, attending a festival of spring. This is the season that the family's power comes from: It grants her control over roses, both for violence and beauty. And it is that same family of spring that would have otherwise locked their ugling duckling away and forbidden her from attending a party.
So while Hillis isn't fond of noisy events, she does attend the festival out of spite. A laced parasol guards her from direct sunlight as she searches for a blanket. None of them are empty, but she does see one especially large blanket with only one occupant. With the parasol in one hand and a tray of takoyaki in the other, Hillis approaches. She then wordlessly invites herself to sit on the opposite end of the blanket. It's only once she feels curious eyes on her that she speaks up.]
You don't need the whole thing for yourself, do you?
(II. The Fallen Stars)
[The rumors are easy enough to brush off. Hillis is used to people talking behind her back. Rather than grow a thick skin, she just stopped caring. The same applies to stories about the Fallen Stars. Because Hillis has no intention of going 'home,' she doesn't even listen for information's sake.
And yet, she hears enough for the latest rumor to affect her. It takes the form of a young man with red hair and a fancy set of custom red clothes. Hillis stops in place. He stands with a blonde girl, who is a few heads shorter than him and dressed in the finest of dresses. The pair laugh as they window shop. He takes out a wallet when the girl starts pointing at things that she wants.
Hillis would very much like to ignore them. She is disappointed to see her siblings taint this world, but it's not like she can murder them this time. That only worked because it was a part of her exit plan. But just as Hillis thinks back to their murder, the pair collapse into a puddle of black, glittery goo.
It's only now that Hillis approaches. Wide eyes begin to calm as she looks down at the dark substance.]
... That's not my power. [She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. Making eye contact with a stranger, her gold eyes narrow.] Am I supposed to clean up their messes here too?