She wants to laugh, but for now, the stiff mask of politeness, seriousness, stays on her face. But Hayame had been raised by humans, not her own kind, and while they had beat into her the lessons of human etiquette and made her school her human half to their expectation... her equine half slightly betrays her, one back hoof stamping in the grass.
Who wanted to be alone? Who relished in being an oddity, as the only one representing everything "Normal" in a world of the insane? Who wanted to be alone?]
Who says I require help?
[And who would answer a question like that, when to do so would so blatantly admit to weakness? To how much she longs to see another of her kind, to see the few she had grown to trust before it had all been ripped away?]
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She wants to laugh, but for now, the stiff mask of politeness, seriousness, stays on her face. But Hayame had been raised by humans, not her own kind, and while they had beat into her the lessons of human etiquette and made her school her human half to their expectation... her equine half slightly betrays her, one back hoof stamping in the grass.
Who wanted to be alone? Who relished in being an oddity, as the only one representing everything "Normal" in a world of the insane? Who wanted to be alone?]
Who says I require help?
[And who would answer a question like that, when to do so would so blatantly admit to weakness? To how much she longs to see another of her kind, to see the few she had grown to trust before it had all been ripped away?]