[Temperature was not something Hayame usually concerned herself with. Jinba were resistant to the cold thanks to their higher body temperatures, and she had routinely gone into the snowy mountains clad only in a sleeveless robe and a fur belted around her “waist”.
But ever since the dryad dream… She is bitter cold, an icy clutch extending from her shard through her veins that makes her shiver despite the hour of the day. But that wasn’t all. Her ear. The cravings…
There is someone there. She should have noticed them earlier, but her ear has dulled again, her left eye is still gone, and she whips around to see-
A man. A man she vaguely recognized, from a ship on a sea in a world that might no longer exist. And though a kinder woman might greet him, or say his name-]
What do you want?
[Hayame doesn’t catch what he says, her hearing going in and out with the dryad’s touch, and so she barks out a question that should work… for most potential greetings.]
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But ever since the dryad dream… She is bitter cold, an icy clutch extending from her shard through her veins that makes her shiver despite the hour of the day. But that wasn’t all. Her ear. The cravings…
There is someone there. She should have noticed them earlier, but her ear has dulled again, her left eye is still gone, and she whips around to see-
A man. A man she vaguely recognized, from a ship on a sea in a world that might no longer exist. And though a kinder woman might greet him, or say his name-]
What do you want?
[Hayame doesn’t catch what he says, her hearing going in and out with the dryad’s touch, and so she barks out a question that should work… for most potential greetings.]