[The damage that travels through Springstar at the speed of traveling, Blight-infected roots seems almost like an earthquake in slow motion. Buildings collapse and crumble, streets crack and break between the cobblestones… she has heard tale of such natural disasters before, but Hayame had never seen one herself.
She hadn’t even meant to see this one. The occupation of Alenroux was her foremost concern, particularly supporting the archers she herself had helped to train, and yet she had been needed to report on progress in Heliopolis… so she has come. Since she has, she has been commanded to help with the rescue efforts. And since she had been commanded… she does. Her powerful frame is of good use dislodging rubble and shoring up tunnels. If she would allow herself to be harnessed, she could be of even more help…
But she won’t. She won’t allow herself to perform the actions of a common plow horse.
Sweat lathers her flanks and her dun coat is covered with pale plaster dust at the current site she was assisting, both chests heaving after lifting a series of heavy beams from where they had fallen. Now it was up to more small and limber helpers to ferret out the person trapped beneath and Hayame… rests a moment, her temple pressed against a broken stone wall as her eyes drift shut…
Someone is calling her name.
It takes her too long to notice, but she eventually opens her eyes and finds… him. Of course.]
I am fine.
[Nevermind the somewhat hollow look in her eyes, the tremble of exertion in her body, the stiff way she holds one of her arms, or the bruises forming along one side.]
no subject
She hadn’t even meant to see this one. The occupation of Alenroux was her foremost concern, particularly supporting the archers she herself had helped to train, and yet she had been needed to report on progress in Heliopolis… so she has come. Since she has, she has been commanded to help with the rescue efforts. And since she had been commanded… she does. Her powerful frame is of good use dislodging rubble and shoring up tunnels. If she would allow herself to be harnessed, she could be of even more help…
But she won’t. She won’t allow herself to perform the actions of a common plow horse.
Sweat lathers her flanks and her dun coat is covered with pale plaster dust at the current site she was assisting, both chests heaving after lifting a series of heavy beams from where they had fallen. Now it was up to more small and limber helpers to ferret out the person trapped beneath and Hayame… rests a moment, her temple pressed against a broken stone wall as her eyes drift shut…
Someone is calling her name.
It takes her too long to notice, but she eventually opens her eyes and finds… him. Of course.]
I am fine.
[Nevermind the somewhat hollow look in her eyes, the tremble of exertion in her body, the stiff way she holds one of her arms, or the bruises forming along one side.]
Did you think I would be otherwise?