[Thanks to the rather intense energy she possessed, most people in Kenos were not so casual to touch her. It’s how she preferred it, of course, she didn’t… she wasn’t like a lot of those Springstar citizens who were so silly as to always be able shaking, patting, stroking, embracing, but. Hayame had noticed that those few who dared tended to always stick to touching her more human-like half… and there was something about that which made her bristle if she thought about it. Was the rest of her too much like a horse that they didn’t feel they were touching a person, or they assumed it would offend her? She doesn’t know what it was, but-
… Her equine flank is just as much her “side” as if he were stroking along the line of her waist, and it makes her cheeks darken further, her hide occasionally twitching beneath his fingers. Except he’s not a fly to dislodge, or a potential buyer examining her horseflesh before auction. He’s...]
… It was only proper.
[She finds distraction in the answering, sipping her own tea and using one hand to pinch the fabric of the sheets, rubbing a thumb in the pure white fabric.]
I dirtied the last pair.
[And sure there was washing, but. They’d been so terribly clean looking (to a woman from a breeding stables in 1590).]
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… Her equine flank is just as much her “side” as if he were stroking along the line of her waist, and it makes her cheeks darken further, her hide occasionally twitching beneath his fingers. Except he’s not a fly to dislodge, or a potential buyer examining her horseflesh before auction. He’s...]
… It was only proper.
[She finds distraction in the answering, sipping her own tea and using one hand to pinch the fabric of the sheets, rubbing a thumb in the pure white fabric.]
I dirtied the last pair.
[And sure there was washing, but. They’d been so terribly clean looking (to a woman from a breeding stables in 1590).]