[If she were the type to crow about her accomplishments or... really even speak to her fellows much at all about what she did with her days, Hayame might have a fearsome reputation. She was the Pleroma who had laid the severed heads of guardsman at the gates of their headquarters in Venera, announcing that she had taken them for their service to her enemy as a warning for all who might do the same. She had lost her eye to a demon, and the next time she had seen said demon she had used her teeth to rip out his throat. She had survived the monster of Alenroux, and was responsible for choosing to bring the recovered shard of the man Manon to the Tribune, not the woman Yima, the cause of that rumor swirling about now that Meridian were somehow holding a Zenith shard "hostage".
... But she didn't do that. She remained to almost everyone simply the bitch-faced, half-equine warrior whose rather different cultural mores made her quick to be insulted and even quicker to demand payment for what she supposedly suffered.
She had not liked the insinuation she heard in his previous comment, and now, she does not like the choice of words. Was she free to leave when it suited her?]
Yes, I am.
[If her voice sounds haughty... it's because the only way to survive in a world where you had mere scraps of dignity and worth was to pretend that you had a bushel.]
But I find that I might wish to sit. I would ask you to move over.
[- Can a centaur sit on a chaise lounge? ... Technically yes. Would she willingly subject herself to rude company just to spite someone? Also yes.]
this could go multiple ways flnwkfe r u more into a lil tiff or an attempted assault......
... But she didn't do that. She remained to almost everyone simply the bitch-faced, half-equine warrior whose rather different cultural mores made her quick to be insulted and even quicker to demand payment for what she supposedly suffered.
She had not liked the insinuation she heard in his previous comment, and now, she does not like the choice of words. Was she free to leave when it suited her?]
Yes, I am.
[If her voice sounds haughty... it's because the only way to survive in a world where you had mere scraps of dignity and worth was to pretend that you had a bushel.]
But I find that I might wish to sit. I would ask you to move over.
[- Can a centaur sit on a chaise lounge? ... Technically yes. Would she willingly subject herself to rude company just to spite someone? Also yes.]