[To the short woman's credit... she seems to have a seven foot tall centaur's attention. Hayame listens silently, her expression still severe (no matter what her actual mood might be), making a vague noise in the back of her throat every now and then to signal that she is following around.
And then the food is ready, and Hayame takes hers from the vendor with her tail swishing behind her, the urges of the dryad's curse making her far more eager to devour the meat than anyone had any right to be. She almost digs into it right there...
But it will look unbecoming, her tearing into the meat pie like an animal. Her brows furrow at how helpless the Discord's side effects and the curse make her feel... But she must cover them, like every weakness she has ever had. So, meat pie in hand... she gives the other woman a little nod.]
Good day, then.
[And simply turns to walk away.
- She will remember the directions to the potatoes, though. Once she has... money.]
i'm sorry hayame is like this
And then the food is ready, and Hayame takes hers from the vendor with her tail swishing behind her, the urges of the dryad's curse making her far more eager to devour the meat than anyone had any right to be. She almost digs into it right there...
But it will look unbecoming, her tearing into the meat pie like an animal. Her brows furrow at how helpless the Discord's side effects and the curse make her feel... But she must cover them, like every weakness she has ever had. So, meat pie in hand... she gives the other woman a little nod.]
Good day, then.
[And simply turns to walk away.
- She will remember the directions to the potatoes, though. Once she has... money.]