[Hayame barely knows what a vampire is. Such creatures did not exist in her own world, and the closest stories she could compare them to were all of youkai spirits or demons. She only knew the basics as she’d been told them- that they were creatures who were “undead”, that they killed humans and feasted on their blood, and that they were evil. Dhampirs, she only knows as “half vampire”, and she still hasn’t been able to wrap her head around how that works if vampires are dead, the answer given to her by Meridian’s dhampir-living-openly having been unsatisfactory in that regard.
The fact remains that Hayame had known Liem wasn’t human. That hadn’t bothered her at all. She hadn’t even bothered to ask what his kind was called, because on the surface he certainly didn’t seem to place any emphasis on it. Unlike the elf slaver, he didn’t constantly crow about his illustrious lineage and superior race, unlike the demon and the gods, he didn’t act contrary and then simply wave it away by claiming the truth of being a being beyond mortal bounds. Liem Talbott acted as human as anyone. But-]
It’s my business if the people I think I care about are eating people behind my back!
[Her voice jumps an octave and breaks at the crescendo, unable to remain frozen and half lunging with an accusatory point of finger (on her non-dominant hand, the other still hanging twitchy and limp), hooves ripping up moss beneath her in frustration and shock, all beginning to spill out in a messy, ill-timed burst.]
I do not want to hear a single word about the burden of being seen as inhuman from you, Liem Talbott! Not when you are talking to the one woman in this entire accursed group who has never been able to pretend to belong!
[… Was it pretending? Did she even want to? She doesn’t know, but she’s disgusted and scared and more importantly, her confidence has been betrayed (as far as she sees it), and the words rip out of her, long-held resentment over her own treatment leaking in. She turns from him with a whip-like crack of her tail, she makes an angry circle as if in attempt to calm down before she speaks again, but the next time she sees his face-]
Who knows? Who has known about this while I have been ignorantly standing by your side?
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The fact remains that Hayame had known Liem wasn’t human. That hadn’t bothered her at all. She hadn’t even bothered to ask what his kind was called, because on the surface he certainly didn’t seem to place any emphasis on it. Unlike the elf slaver, he didn’t constantly crow about his illustrious lineage and superior race, unlike the demon and the gods, he didn’t act contrary and then simply wave it away by claiming the truth of being a being beyond mortal bounds. Liem Talbott acted as human as anyone. But-]
It’s my business if the people I think I care about are eating people behind my back!
[Her voice jumps an octave and breaks at the crescendo, unable to remain frozen and half lunging with an accusatory point of finger (on her non-dominant hand, the other still hanging twitchy and limp), hooves ripping up moss beneath her in frustration and shock, all beginning to spill out in a messy, ill-timed burst.]
I do not want to hear a single word about the burden of being seen as inhuman from you, Liem Talbott! Not when you are talking to the one woman in this entire accursed group who has never been able to pretend to belong!
[… Was it pretending? Did she even want to? She doesn’t know, but she’s disgusted and scared and more importantly, her confidence has been betrayed (as far as she sees it), and the words rip out of her, long-held resentment over her own treatment leaking in. She turns from him with a whip-like crack of her tail, she makes an angry circle as if in attempt to calm down before she speaks again, but the next time she sees his face-]
Who knows? Who has known about this while I have been ignorantly standing by your side?