[The tornado of lashing, crashing, and shattering comes to an end almost as quickly as it had come. She shouldn't have let herself lose control in the first place, she will be ashamed of herself for that later, but... When she had known how the world worked, Hayame has been cold and collected, capable of controlling herself. For months now, constantly thrown into situations she didn't understand and feeling alone amongst magic and foreign lands and strange powers... she has been walking the razor's edge, her temper ever ready to flare to the surface and catch fire.
Ironic, now, in a land of ice.
But when a man she does not know by sight comes around the corner... he has about half a second to observe a woman lost, panting heavily in an angry huff, surrounded by thousands of shards of icy glass that used to be a sculpture. Everything about her radiates pure physical power, from her intimidating height to the half ton of chiseled muscles both humanoid and equine... and that all comes to bear in the next second, when a six foot longbow comes back up and she greets the newcomer down the shaft.
Apparently they had to be concerned about other shard-bearers taking their [TIME].
But once he speaks... she does recognize the voice. By the time he bows... she lowers her weapon (but does not put it aside). And in return for his greeting...]
I am a warrior, not a woman.
[... She'll let him closer to bring the arrow back, because he's not wrong. But he can put that "miss" away.]
get these mfing magics out of my mfing worldhopping!!! ... somehow
Ironic, now, in a land of ice.
But when a man she does not know by sight comes around the corner... he has about half a second to observe a woman lost, panting heavily in an angry huff, surrounded by thousands of shards of icy glass that used to be a sculpture. Everything about her radiates pure physical power, from her intimidating height to the half ton of chiseled muscles both humanoid and equine... and that all comes to bear in the next second, when a six foot longbow comes back up and she greets the newcomer down the shaft.
Apparently they had to be concerned about other shard-bearers taking their [TIME].
But once he speaks... she does recognize the voice. By the time he bows... she lowers her weapon (but does not put it aside). And in return for his greeting...]
I am a warrior, not a woman.
[... She'll let him closer to bring the arrow back, because he's not wrong. But he can put that "miss" away.]