[From her position above him, towering even if he were standing, Hayame wonders if this is how the stable master had felt, ruling over creatures he had taught to fear him. Even if they hated him, they all learned to turn their eyes to the ground when he passed, to bow their heads, and to press their foreheads to the floor and beg for forgiveness if the threat of fodder sale, Armlessness, or starvation came off his tongue.
She certainly had learned.
And though she had always imagined that he felt strong and proud, like a lord in his castle... she does not feel like either of those things even as Dextera grovels before her for something neither of them remember.
People are staring. And while his head is still down, his back bent... She decides that she cannot stand it a second longer. How pathetic he looks. How pathetic she will, now that this is a public spectacle.]
You are forgiven.
[It does not lighten her hearts. There is still that crack in her obsidian shard, she still isn't sure what birthed the strange feeling in her, but- if neither of them remember, then perhaps she might actually be able to set it aside. At the very least... perhaps he will be simple enough a man to be content with the words.]
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She certainly had learned.
And though she had always imagined that he felt strong and proud, like a lord in his castle... she does not feel like either of those things even as Dextera grovels before her for something neither of them remember.
People are staring. And while his head is still down, his back bent... She decides that she cannot stand it a second longer. How pathetic he looks. How pathetic she will, now that this is a public spectacle.]
You are forgiven.
[It does not lighten her hearts. There is still that crack in her obsidian shard, she still isn't sure what birthed the strange feeling in her, but- if neither of them remember, then perhaps she might actually be able to set it aside. At the very least... perhaps he will be simple enough a man to be content with the words.]