[Liem isn’t surprised to hear Hayame voice distrust of Yima, but the reason she raises is different from anything he would have guessed. His own interactions with Zenith’s leader had been pleasant enough, but she hadn’t ever tried to touch him the way Hayame describes. Perhaps he hadn’t been as badly affected by his arrival to Kenos as some, though; by the time he’d first spoken with her, although he’d still been shaky, he’d been composed enough that an embrace would have seemed a little unwarranted, even from one such as her.
He is silent for a moment, absorbing the implications of Hayame’s admission. It is strange that she would find the embrace motherly, without a reference of her own to base such a feeling off of. He also finds it hard to imagine the Hayame he’s known finding comfort in anyone’s arms, motherly or not. He can’t remember her ever letting anyone touch her without some dire reason, at least not in his presence.]
That is unusual, [he says finally. It might not be anything supernatural, but he has to admit it does seem strange.] She was a mother, I think. She communed with me when I first arrived, and it seemed that she’d been longing for a child she lost. Perhaps that longing turned to magic, after enough time.
[Such things could happen in Horos, he’d heard, at least to shard-bearers. Perhaps it is the same here as well.]
She said she wanted me to make my own choice; well, I don’t know what kind of world she intends to create, but I know I already promised myself to the one I left behind.
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He is silent for a moment, absorbing the implications of Hayame’s admission. It is strange that she would find the embrace motherly, without a reference of her own to base such a feeling off of. He also finds it hard to imagine the Hayame he’s known finding comfort in anyone’s arms, motherly or not. He can’t remember her ever letting anyone touch her without some dire reason, at least not in his presence.]
That is unusual, [he says finally. It might not be anything supernatural, but he has to admit it does seem strange.] She was a mother, I think. She communed with me when I first arrived, and it seemed that she’d been longing for a child she lost. Perhaps that longing turned to magic, after enough time.
[Such things could happen in Horos, he’d heard, at least to shard-bearers. Perhaps it is the same here as well.]
She said she wanted me to make my own choice; well, I don’t know what kind of world she intends to create, but I know I already promised myself to the one I left behind.