[Hayame is well aware that her glamor is not perfect. She wasn't able to conceptualize herself as anyone else, and so though she'd barely managed to give herself two legs... she hadn't been able to change her face or her height. Even though she appeared as a human, it was only illusion... beneath was a jinba, with a jinba's large body and a jinba's hooves, and all the glamor could do was trick the eyes, not the nose or the ears. It certainly couldn't prevent someone from noticing if they bumped up against her.
But she did try to do some things to mitigate it. Like the bundle of sticks she grabs up from beside where she'd been sitting, swathed in her ragged cloak, like a peasant who had come into town to sell kindling. The wood disguised her bow... and the clacking of the sticks slightly masked the sound of hooves.
When he says he didn't know...]
Neither did I. I should not be able to.
[Her face looks just slightly sour. Coming from a world without magic, it feels wrong to her in all sorts of ways to know that she was supposedly responsible for casting this "spell", despite how so many she'd met seemed to assume she ought to be comfortable with magic for some reason just because she as a "Centaur".
From the main courtyard, she leads this so-called Liem to a side street, one of many she'd scouted out before, so that she could steer them into a little park built between larger buildings, one with large bushes and shady places. Ones to slightly obscue themselves in. Only once they're there does she ask,]
... How much time do we have?
[Before they needed to retrieve this target he wished saved.]
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But she did try to do some things to mitigate it. Like the bundle of sticks she grabs up from beside where she'd been sitting, swathed in her ragged cloak, like a peasant who had come into town to sell kindling. The wood disguised her bow... and the clacking of the sticks slightly masked the sound of hooves.
When he says he didn't know...]
Neither did I. I should not be able to.
[Her face looks just slightly sour. Coming from a world without magic, it feels wrong to her in all sorts of ways to know that she was supposedly responsible for casting this "spell", despite how so many she'd met seemed to assume she ought to be comfortable with magic for some reason just because she as a "Centaur".
From the main courtyard, she leads this so-called Liem to a side street, one of many she'd scouted out before, so that she could steer them into a little park built between larger buildings, one with large bushes and shady places. Ones to slightly obscue themselves in. Only once they're there does she ask,]
... How much time do we have?
[Before they needed to retrieve this target he wished saved.]