[She could still run. She could slap his hand away and berate him for his insolence. The part of her still shackled to her past and the strict customs she had been born into… that part of her wanted to. But he’s standing, promising, holding out his hand to her…
And she had been too late to trust, once. When Matsukaze had offered her a life lived free and people who might eventually come to love her… She hadn’t been able to do it. The shackles had been too heavy, the press of all she’d ever known too fresh… and that had been the biggest mistake of her life.
This time…
It can’t be said she looks completely sure. There is hesitation in her eye and a quiver in her hocks, but slowly, cautiously, the flush blossoming back into existence on her skin…
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And she had been too late to trust, once. When Matsukaze had offered her a life lived free and people who might eventually come to love her… She hadn’t been able to do it. The shackles had been too heavy, the press of all she’d ever known too fresh… and that had been the biggest mistake of her life.
This time…
It can’t be said she looks completely sure. There is hesitation in her eye and a quiver in her hocks, but slowly, cautiously, the flush blossoming back into existence on her skin…
She lays a hand in his.]