[... He is patient still. Even as a tainted Kenoma.
Hayame's own gaze does not linger on the man beside her. They have enemies to watch for, things about the city to observe, and yet... She does glance. Just quickly, just a small look to see what his face looked like. If, like in the dream of space and stars, it remained free of judgement for her weakness.
She almost can't bear the answer, though, and her stormy gray eyes flick back to the line of traditional Veneran homes that line the street. How did she describe Yubari, when she has never tried to describe him to anyone before? She'd barely acknowledged their familial relationship, even though anyone with eyes had known they were both born from the same broken dam, even if their sires differed.]
He was trustworthy. Stalwart.
[Her fingers twitch, wishing that she could run her fingers along the finely cut fletching of the arrows he'd pressed into her hand before everything had gone to shit.]
A fine archer, but his hands were far more suited to the life of a craftsman.
[... She wondered, now, when she had the luxury... What Yubari would have done, if they had not been born in the stables. If there had been any chance at all to be anything but a warhorse. For him, there had been no need to fight or claw desperately towards such a path, as she had. And yet still, he had not left her behind. He had waited, patient, assured her that he would see her reach those same height he reached just by being born a man. ... He had been softer than she was. Because he had the actual leeway to be without risking everything.]
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Hayame's own gaze does not linger on the man beside her. They have enemies to watch for, things about the city to observe, and yet... She does glance. Just quickly, just a small look to see what his face looked like. If, like in the dream of space and stars, it remained free of judgement for her weakness.
She almost can't bear the answer, though, and her stormy gray eyes flick back to the line of traditional Veneran homes that line the street. How did she describe Yubari, when she has never tried to describe him to anyone before? She'd barely acknowledged their familial relationship, even though anyone with eyes had known they were both born from the same broken dam, even if their sires differed.]
He was trustworthy. Stalwart.
[Her fingers twitch, wishing that she could run her fingers along the finely cut fletching of the arrows he'd pressed into her hand before everything had gone to shit.]
A fine archer, but his hands were far more suited to the life of a craftsman.
[... She wondered, now, when she had the luxury... What Yubari would have done, if they had not been born in the stables. If there had been any chance at all to be anything but a warhorse. For him, there had been no need to fight or claw desperately towards such a path, as she had. And yet still, he had not left her behind. He had waited, patient, assured her that he would see her reach those same height he reached just by being born a man. ... He had been softer than she was. Because he had the actual leeway to be without risking everything.]
... He cared far more for me than he should have.