[She might wonder why a grown man just crouched shamelessly to write in the dirt with his fingers (nails)… if two things didn’t happen at once that stopped up any comment she might have made in the back of her throat. Hayame may not be able to read, kept intentionally illiterate by masters with no interest in wasting education on an animal and equally invested in keeping them dumb… but she knew what the characters looked like, even if to her they were more shapes than words. And the shapes taking form on the ground… look like the right sort of shapes, even though none of them were her name. Even more importantly-]
Harima Province… ?
[She has not moved, her hooves rooted to the spot and her dun knees locked, ready to be told she hallucinated or misheard, or some bullshit about the world being over two thousand years old, but she cannot help… but hope, even though hope was foolish.
What was in Harima Province? The Kuroda had sent buyers to her master when she had been but a filly, but since their defeat no one had come from Harima… what was there? She may not be educated, but in her desperate attempt to make herself a valuable purchase for a general she has striven to remember every detail that a proper warrior light to know, so what-]
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Harima Province… ?
[She has not moved, her hooves rooted to the spot and her dun knees locked, ready to be told she hallucinated or misheard, or some bullshit about the world being over two thousand years old, but she cannot help… but hope, even though hope was foolish.
What was in Harima Province? The Kuroda had sent buyers to her master when she had been but a filly, but since their defeat no one had come from Harima… what was there? She may not be educated, but in her desperate attempt to make herself a valuable purchase for a general she has striven to remember every detail that a proper warrior light to know, so what-]
Harima by the sea… ?