[Akua is not wrong. Hayame had been raised in a world where to be female was to be undeniably lesser by far, to be subject to violence and abuses that others need not fear. Ever since she had realized that truth she had resented her body for its female nature, hated that she had not been born a man who would be more accepted on the path of a warrior... and as she had grown more womanly she had begun to do what she could do hide the heavy swell of breasts, to swathe the feminine curve of her waist in a thick sash.
That long, flowing hair, though... her stable master had forbidden his mares to cut their manes. It falls to her hooves when unbound... but at least she can bind it up into a mockery of the male warrior's knot, like her brother had worn.
Her fingers finish the last ties, and she looks Akua in the eyes. The one remaining in her own face... is dark with hoarded rage and bitterness (and the rest is buried beneath those, far easier emotions).]
As you can see, I am in no position to host.
[She is a jinba in a 10x10 stall. There are no chairs, no cushions, no places to lay but the sawdust.]
Perhaps you would be more comfortable at that demon's residence... ? I am sure he is healed somehow by now.
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That long, flowing hair, though... her stable master had forbidden his mares to cut their manes. It falls to her hooves when unbound... but at least she can bind it up into a mockery of the male warrior's knot, like her brother had worn.
Her fingers finish the last ties, and she looks Akua in the eyes. The one remaining in her own face... is dark with hoarded rage and bitterness (and the rest is buried beneath those, far easier emotions).]
As you can see, I am in no position to host.
[She is a jinba in a 10x10 stall. There are no chairs, no cushions, no places to lay but the sawdust.]
Perhaps you would be more comfortable at that demon's residence... ? I am sure he is healed somehow by now.
[... So she hadn't forgotten a Certain Incident.]