[The name might be antiquated, but she still knows it. Despite herself, there is still a spark of desperate interest born in that moment, even though he does not look as a monk from Harima should look, not in the slightest. Her tail jerks up behind her, a hoof paws the dirt, her fingers tighten subtly on her bow.]

Then you hail from the Japan with only humans?

[She has heard of it- she has only met people from it, not a single person who’d seemed they should know of her race had, and yet-]

But… You know of the capital. Who rules there? - Do you know Echigo Province as well?

[Hayame thinks herself guarded. She considers herself strong. There are plenty of fellow shard-bearers who would label her inapprochable, impossible, too proud, or too quick to anger. But that is all just to cover for the fact that she knows too well there are cracks in her armor, that she is far weaker than she can ever let anyone see-

And one of those cracks is loneliness, the seemingly never ending reminder that she may be the only jinba left in existence. Another is isolation, coming from a world far more medieval and different in manner and culture to many others brought to Kenos, forever feeling misunderstood or dismissed by those who thought far differently.

To someone familiar with those cracks… perhaps they are not hard to find at all, even though her tone still sounds like cold demands.]