Hayame stands stock still, the only movement coming from the way the snowstorm whips her ink black mane and tail in the wind. Even her breath is so shallow that she may not be breathing at all, both sets of lungs barely expanding. It's as if she hadn't even heard such a ridiculous thing.
One thousand three hundred years.
It must be a lie. Somehow, it cannot be true. Just because the name sounded like the sort of names she was used to, that she knew the places she knew...]
Impossible.
[Finally she remembers speech, remembers movement in order to turn away, as if she might just canter off into the storm, threats be damned. (More like... she doesn't want this woman to see her face, in case her expression crumbles.)]
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Hayame stands stock still, the only movement coming from the way the snowstorm whips her ink black mane and tail in the wind. Even her breath is so shallow that she may not be breathing at all, both sets of lungs barely expanding. It's as if she hadn't even heard such a ridiculous thing.
One thousand three hundred years.
It must be a lie. Somehow, it cannot be true. Just because the name sounded like the sort of names she was used to, that she knew the places she knew...]
Impossible.
[Finally she remembers speech, remembers movement in order to turn away, as if she might just canter off into the storm, threats be damned. (More like... she doesn't want this woman to see her face, in case her expression crumbles.)]
You must be mistaken.