[What Layla hears this time, actually... is hooves, not feet. The centaur mare behind her does not even stop, though she does slow at first when she realizes it was her being addressed. The absolute rudeness of not even facing who you spoke to...
Well, it feels more foolish of her to expose one's back to attack like that, but.
Not everyone in Pleroma was a warrior. A lot of them weren't. Too many of them, if you asked Hayame. But though she knew well the world of the martial...]
As if I would know.
[What came first, this place, or magic? She is concerned about only returning to her home, if it still existed. And if it didn't... she didn't need to know the answer to that question to extract her revenge on the people who claimed responsibility for destroying it.]
Even if I did, I have nothing to do with such things.
[With magic, that many people here seemed to just expect everyone to be familiar with, or eager to use. Who seemed to think that just because of her race she must surely accept it.]
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Well, it feels more foolish of her to expose one's back to attack like that, but.
Not everyone in Pleroma was a warrior. A lot of them weren't. Too many of them, if you asked Hayame. But though she knew well the world of the martial...]
As if I would know.
[What came first, this place, or magic? She is concerned about only returning to her home, if it still existed. And if it didn't... she didn't need to know the answer to that question to extract her revenge on the people who claimed responsibility for destroying it.]
Even if I did, I have nothing to do with such things.
[With magic, that many people here seemed to just expect everyone to be familiar with, or eager to use. Who seemed to think that just because of her race she must surely accept it.]