[Normally… Normally this interaction would end very quickly. The centaur woman would either silently move and go about her day, or perhaps if she were irritated, there might be a bark of “watch where you’re going” as part of the maneuver. Honestly, she has such a serious facial expression (or “resting bitch face”, as one does) that it surely feels as if the latter is more likely.
But luckily? for Grace… This centaur had also recently distinguished herself in an Oracle trial. There were more eyes on her than before, more interest, more gossip, and though she longed to escape such things… There was no way to do it. And she had promised… that she would try. That she would try to be… the sort of person who could hold their head high under such attention, who could give hope to the citizens of Springstar that this time… perhaps this time, they would win the Oracles.
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But luckily? for Grace… This centaur had also recently distinguished herself in an Oracle trial. There were more eyes on her than before, more interest, more gossip, and though she longed to escape such things… There was no way to do it. And she had promised… that she would try. That she would try to be… the sort of person who could hold their head high under such attention, who could give hope to the citizens of Springstar that this time… perhaps this time, they would win the Oracles.
Which meant… being…]
… Are you alright?
[N… ice…]