[There were so many rules... and she had only told the people she speaks to here a tenth of them at most. How she should wear her hair, how she should hand a severed head to her master, how she should dress, how she should speak... And most importantly, the tenants of loyalty so important to a warrior. To women, too, in a different way. Here, she lives a life with one hoof still in that world, and one in Kenos. Some part of her longs for the familiar and yet chafes beneath its oppression, and yet the freedoms and pleasures she could enjoy here called, likewise, leaving her...
Conflicted. At times. But perhaps the most troublesome... was the heart of a maiden hidden beneath the hard steel of a warrior that had needed to be cold in order to survive. Somehow, that bit of her hearts had survived.]
Akua, I-
[The part that makes it clear, even through Communion, that Hayame is blushing. In her home in Alenroux, curled up next to someone else who slumbers while she fitfully remains awake... She is blushing. In order to try and not mess up the words she takes time to answer, it comes slowly, because she hadn't expected her bungles to lead to this turn in topic, but-]
I have only... ever been with three people.
[Akua, Set, and the man she had kissed before parting within the tunnels of the labyrinth not knowing all the citizens of Springstar, Highstorm, Alenroux, and Kowloon would see. By her world's concepts of goodness in wives and women, it should only have been one. By her world's treatment of jinba mares... It had been a very realistic fear of hers that once she was sold, that number would raise rapidly from "zero" whether she wished it to or not. So now- If she had a choice-]
If I were in that state again, as you found me...
[She cannot discount the possibility. She has experienced it multiple times now, in various ways, her heat or just a mental sort of lust being triggered by outside influences in this magic infested world. Sometimes she had successfully bore with it, suffering alone, and sometimes... the times that had been better...]
I would be... [Will Akua like the word? She doesn't know-]
I could only be grateful if you did not encourage me elsewhere.
[Three is... She would like the number to stay "three", that is what she thinks. She doesn't want to share herself that way with strangers that might happen upon her in desperation, even if it might, purely physically, feel good. She had half-protested to herself against Akua's lips and against her throat when they began to give in during the trial...
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Conflicted. At times. But perhaps the most troublesome... was the heart of a maiden hidden beneath the hard steel of a warrior that had needed to be cold in order to survive. Somehow, that bit of her hearts had survived.]
Akua, I-
[The part that makes it clear, even through Communion, that Hayame is blushing. In her home in Alenroux, curled up next to someone else who slumbers while she fitfully remains awake... She is blushing. In order to try and not mess up the words she takes time to answer, it comes slowly, because she hadn't expected her bungles to lead to this turn in topic, but-]
I have only... ever been with three people.
[Akua, Set, and the man she had kissed before parting within the tunnels of the labyrinth not knowing all the citizens of Springstar, Highstorm, Alenroux, and Kowloon would see. By her world's concepts of goodness in wives and women, it should only have been one. By her world's treatment of jinba mares... It had been a very realistic fear of hers that once she was sold, that number would raise rapidly from "zero" whether she wished it to or not. So now- If she had a choice-]
If I were in that state again, as you found me...
[She cannot discount the possibility. She has experienced it multiple times now, in various ways, her heat or just a mental sort of lust being triggered by outside influences in this magic infested world. Sometimes she had successfully bore with it, suffering alone, and sometimes... the times that had been better...]
I would be... [Will Akua like the word? She doesn't know-]
I could only be grateful if you did not encourage me elsewhere.
[Three is... She would like the number to stay "three", that is what she thinks. She doesn't want to share herself that way with strangers that might happen upon her in desperation, even if it might, purely physically, feel good. She had half-protested to herself against Akua's lips and against her throat when they began to give in during the trial...
But it had been...
Good.]