[The centaur who looks back at him and his lingering gaze is one who definitely won't be rubbing her face on the ground on purpose... But one who definitely expects that there will be cause for blood to splatter, for her body to hit the dirt.
He snaps his fingers, though, and in a single moment... the fur in his hands changes, as if it had never been the color it was not a mere second before, and rather than marvel...
Hayame steps back as if burned, her answer to his question a low, hissed,]
Put it back-
[Apparently, her problem with that one... Was that it had magic on it.]
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He snaps his fingers, though, and in a single moment... the fur in his hands changes, as if it had never been the color it was not a mere second before, and rather than marvel...
Hayame steps back as if burned, her answer to his question a low, hissed,]
Put it back-
[Apparently, her problem with that one... Was that it had magic on it.]