[Despite the general air of disinterest and dislike that radiates off of her, Hayame is actually paying a great deal of attention to how this idiot handles her bow. Not just because she didn't want him breaking it, but because... he actually seems to almost know what he's doing. Unlike the bows used by the rebels of Greentruth, the symmetrical shortbows, hers was far longer, asymmetrical with the grip on the lower part, but he handles the arrow like he knows what to do with it, same with the position of his fingers...
And then he says something stupid, and her expression grows almost dead. Did he think that was... humurous, when the answer was so obviously incorrect?
She doesn't even reply. She folds her arms beneath her tightly bound breasts and looks down at him expectantly, her fetlock-length mane slipping over one shoulder as she cocks her head and asks,]
Well?
[Whatever could the problem be... ?
If he was going to ask stupid questions, two could play at that game.]
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And then he says something stupid, and her expression grows almost dead. Did he think that was... humurous, when the answer was so obviously incorrect?
She doesn't even reply. She folds her arms beneath her tightly bound breasts and looks down at him expectantly, her fetlock-length mane slipping over one shoulder as she cocks her head and asks,]
Well?
[Whatever could the problem be... ?
If he was going to ask stupid questions, two could play at that game.]