[From a distance, Hayame seems armed in a peculiar way. She wears a quiver with arrows… but no bow? There is something that looks like a bow grip and something that looks like the haft of a polearm hanging from her belt, but they are both no longer than a foot- surely useless for much of anything?
But it is to the haft that her fingers go immediately when someone drops down in front of her, blocking her passage along the “lake” (a puddle). She may not be able to see his shard with her True Sight… but she doesn’t need to. She knows the faces of her own faction and camp, and this man—]
What do you want, Zenite?
[This man was the person who “owned” the shard hidden away in her waist pouch. The one she had felt the connection to… and summarily ignored in favor of cursing him through the link and then tucking the false (surely false) soul away.
But now… her fingers curl and flex, ready to move the second she sees a hint of steel.]
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But it is to the haft that her fingers go immediately when someone drops down in front of her, blocking her passage along the “lake” (a puddle). She may not be able to see his shard with her True Sight… but she doesn’t need to. She knows the faces of her own faction and camp, and this man—]
What do you want, Zenite?
[This man was the person who “owned” the shard hidden away in her waist pouch. The one she had felt the connection to… and summarily ignored in favor of cursing him through the link and then tucking the false (surely false) soul away.
But now… her fingers curl and flex, ready to move the second she sees a hint of steel.]