[Hayame did not like when her ignorance was pointed out, even in passing or jest. Her first instinct is to frown and say something cutting or dismissive, anything to obfuscate that she might be looking stupid... But she swallows it. She doesn't..
She's tired. She doesn't want to argue anymore. Not with one of the few people who professed to accept her, to care for her, even if she was still wrestling with the definition of friendship she had always understood being... so far from what she had. After a moment of hesitation...
Hayame takes Akua's hand, a hint of something awkward and ruddy on her cheeks.]
... I know the color.
[But the food? She doesn't have the slightest idea what to imagine. Except maybe what shade it is.]
[ Akua does not want to shame Hayame, but instead, she wants to share this with her. She does not know which worlds had them, and which did not. They are here, so surely they must be rather common. Though... she knows they require particular environments. Heat, and lots of water. Something not common in Praes, but something that Wolof had in droves. They used it for export and for food for their own people, but it would never be enough for the rest of Praes. It is why the country resorts to... other measures. Like Human Sacrifice. To affect the weather. ]
They are a fruit, and they burst when you eat them. They are both a sweet and sour citrus. You will find them pleasing, I hope.
[Hayame does not know it, but the land she hails from does have citrus fruits. Small things, a bit more bitter than these oranges, sometimes unpalatable unless reduced in cooking or used sparingly for juice, in the southern islands... But she has never been there, and the closest she has come to going there was the year the Shimazu clan sent a buyer to Exhibition Day. The Shimazu were known for sacrificing jinba by the droves to win battles... and so she had never wanted to go south.
She will never taste a fruit like that in her own world.
So here... While she is here and Akua is saying they are good...]
I like fruit as much as the next person...
[She concedes. And she follows to where the oranges are.]
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Oh Hayame.
You have never had one?
[ She held out her hand, an offer to take it, to lead her outward. ]
Well, now we must have one! We grew them where I am from, we are famous for them!
[ Along with betrayal. And beings some of the baddest bitches out there. ]
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She's tired. She doesn't want to argue anymore. Not with one of the few people who professed to accept her, to care for her, even if she was still wrestling with the definition of friendship she had always understood being... so far from what she had. After a moment of hesitation...
Hayame takes Akua's hand, a hint of something awkward and ruddy on her cheeks.]
... I know the color.
[But the food? She doesn't have the slightest idea what to imagine. Except maybe what shade it is.]
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[ Akua does not want to shame Hayame, but instead, she wants to share this with her. She does not know which worlds had them, and which did not. They are here, so surely they must be rather common. Though... she knows they require particular environments. Heat, and lots of water. Something not common in Praes, but something that Wolof had in droves. They used it for export and for food for their own people, but it would never be enough for the rest of Praes. It is why the country resorts to... other measures. Like Human Sacrifice. To affect the weather. ]
They are a fruit, and they burst when you eat them. They are both a sweet and sour citrus. You will find them pleasing, I hope.
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She will never taste a fruit like that in her own world.
So here... While she is here and Akua is saying they are good...]
I like fruit as much as the next person...
[She concedes. And she follows to where the oranges are.]