Th- This is a perfectly respectable height for a human woman in my lands!
[Even though she is not insulted, because he says it smiling and he does not linger on it, Hayame cannot help but try and defend her new height. Mainly because she herself is very self-conscious about it, having been completely discombobulated by it the first time she'd found herself looking up at people. She had looked up at jinba stallions before, of course, she was neither short nor tall for a mare, and her brother Yubari, with whom she spent the most time around, was a few inches taller...
But look, she's not used to it! Is this what Set looks like from below? Not that... she hasn't occasionally seen him from a lower angle, whether while sparring or... cleansing Discord, but, those moments she had not been focusing on their height differences. (Had his lips always been so... soft-seeming and defined?)
There is no time to really wonder. She is pulled out of the booth into the whip and fervor of the Last Dance, sudden memories trailing behind them of her dance lessons with Liem Talbott before the masquerade at The World's Edge that had been left untested, as she had been left lingering on the edge of the ballroom, unasked and telling herself that she preferred it that way so that she might patrol the event for dangers. (Dancing would be--)
There is so much to look at. First, because she is on alert for attacks knowing that it is technically Kowloon, and then... simply because it is fascinating and foreign, and Set was right that she moved better when she was distracted and not thinking overly on whether the ball or sole of her foot should hit the ground first. Even if she would violently protest the idea that she was relying on a man to safeguard her, she does feel... more at ease closer to his side, and also it is loud so, simply... a practical consideration! Beside him she stares at bizarre foods that smell amazing but look atrocious, (goodness, no, she will pass on trying it until she is far more intoxicated, thanks), there is a seller of golden baubles she does linger by with a certain person in mind (but no, the idea of buying something was too embarrassing, it was not even a gift giving occasion), a fan dancer captures her attention for a time just because the items they are using look so similar to what she is used to (well, used to seeing the wealthy hide their face behind, richly painted and perfumed), and eventually...
She almost starts to look something possibly perhaps kind of adjacent to "comfortable enough". Which for Hayame in this situation is no small feat. At some point, she has made herself grab hold of Set's hand, not just stick to his side, because as lewd as it was... Otherwise, she feels like she could genuinely lose him in the crowds. Squeezing it to get his attention beneath the bustle and chatter, she cannot help but inquire as she swerves around a large, lumbering patron,]
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[Even though she is not insulted, because he says it smiling and he does not linger on it, Hayame cannot help but try and defend her new height. Mainly because she herself is very self-conscious about it, having been completely discombobulated by it the first time she'd found herself looking up at people. She had looked up at jinba stallions before, of course, she was neither short nor tall for a mare, and her brother Yubari, with whom she spent the most time around, was a few inches taller...
But look, she's not used to it! Is this what Set looks like from below? Not that... she hasn't occasionally seen him from a lower angle, whether while sparring or... cleansing Discord, but, those moments she had not been focusing on their height differences. (Had his lips always been so... soft-seeming and defined?)
There is no time to really wonder. She is pulled out of the booth into the whip and fervor of the Last Dance, sudden memories trailing behind them of her dance lessons with Liem Talbott before the masquerade at The World's Edge that had been left untested, as she had been left lingering on the edge of the ballroom, unasked and telling herself that she preferred it that way so that she might patrol the event for dangers. (Dancing would be--)
There is so much to look at. First, because she is on alert for attacks knowing that it is technically Kowloon, and then... simply because it is fascinating and foreign, and Set was right that she moved better when she was distracted and not thinking overly on whether the ball or sole of her foot should hit the ground first. Even if she would violently protest the idea that she was relying on a man to safeguard her, she does feel... more at ease closer to his side, and also it is loud so, simply... a practical consideration! Beside him she stares at bizarre foods that smell amazing but look atrocious, (goodness, no, she will pass on trying it until she is far more intoxicated, thanks), there is a seller of golden baubles she does linger by with a certain person in mind (but no, the idea of buying something was too embarrassing, it was not even a gift giving occasion), a fan dancer captures her attention for a time just because the items they are using look so similar to what she is used to (well, used to seeing the wealthy hide their face behind, richly painted and perfumed), and eventually...
She almost starts to look something possibly perhaps kind of adjacent to "comfortable enough". Which for Hayame in this situation is no small feat. At some point, she has made herself grab hold of Set's hand, not just stick to his side, because as lewd as it was... Otherwise, she feels like she could genuinely lose him in the crowds. Squeezing it to get his attention beneath the bustle and chatter, she cannot help but inquire as she swerves around a large, lumbering patron,]
Where are we going, Set?
[Or... is it a surprise?]