[Does she not like it... Hayame is not able to stop herself from flustering just slightly, even though she is... a little too tired to react as strongly or as flushed as she might have if this was just a visit without another intended purpose.]
You should know fair well that I like it, Set...
[Honestly, she does not think he should have to ask, so surely he must just be out to enjoy her reaction. What that shape had been incidentally first born from... she despised, she loathed it with every fiber of her being that cared for this man. God. But the rest of it... the night he had helped liberate her from some of the chains her life had shackled her with, the first and only taste she has ever had of what it was to be with someone intimately in forms designed by nature to fit together, the splash of water, a rare moment of laughter, the quiet moment on the shores of the lake where they lay in the reeds with damp coats and fingers brushed through crimson and ebon manes, each trying to share the hope they had for the other that just...
... Would they ever come true? Or would they just keep pressing those hopes on each other with intentions that were good... and failing to truly honor what was being asked of them in turn? ... She didn't know. But the shape he has come in makes her... soften, slightly, as she willingly surrenders the pomegranate (jnhm?) to his hands, and hears his verdict. Ah. So it would not work so easily...]
I was introduced to the fruit here, I do not know of them in my world... But I have come to enjoy them greatly.
[Or maybe she enjoyed... how she had come to know the fruit, more. But there was surely no denying they were delicious. They were beautiful.]
... I can learn to do the work.
[As unfortunate as it was to not simply have it happen, with that strange and useful sort of magic, and be done with it... Maybe it was better this way. (Maybe it would be a good excuse, to invite Set's company in a way that felt more purposeful and less needing. Like how she had arranged for Liem Talbott to read from his sacred book to her, so that she might have reason to visit him after returning it to him, fearing that once that was done he would have no more cause to spent time in her company.)
Pivoting, she leaves the pomegranate with Set and goes to pick up the persimmon sapling. It was still a sapling, but it was already large enough to bear some fruit, and she has a hole for it in the yard where it might shade the home as it grows, she just wanted to be sure it would take to the soil and do well. The idea of a proper garden, though... She looks around at the still mostly clear space around the home as she unwraps the burlap to free the sapling's roots, considering. "My garden" felt just as strange as saying "my house" still did, but...]
A garden with trees might keep the night monsters from sniffing about as much, I suppose...
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You should know fair well that I like it, Set...
[Honestly, she does not think he should have to ask, so surely he must just be out to enjoy her reaction. What that shape had been incidentally first born from... she despised, she loathed it with every fiber of her being that cared for this man. God. But the rest of it... the night he had helped liberate her from some of the chains her life had shackled her with, the first and only taste she has ever had of what it was to be with someone intimately in forms designed by nature to fit together, the splash of water, a rare moment of laughter, the quiet moment on the shores of the lake where they lay in the reeds with damp coats and fingers brushed through crimson and ebon manes, each trying to share the hope they had for the other that just...
... Would they ever come true? Or would they just keep pressing those hopes on each other with intentions that were good... and failing to truly honor what was being asked of them in turn? ... She didn't know. But the shape he has come in makes her... soften, slightly, as she willingly surrenders the pomegranate (jnhm?) to his hands, and hears his verdict. Ah. So it would not work so easily...]
I was introduced to the fruit here, I do not know of them in my world... But I have come to enjoy them greatly.
[Or maybe she enjoyed... how she had come to know the fruit, more. But there was surely no denying they were delicious. They were beautiful.]
... I can learn to do the work.
[As unfortunate as it was to not simply have it happen, with that strange and useful sort of magic, and be done with it... Maybe it was better this way. (Maybe it would be a good excuse, to invite Set's company in a way that felt more purposeful and less needing. Like how she had arranged for Liem Talbott to read from his sacred book to her, so that she might have reason to visit him after returning it to him, fearing that once that was done he would have no more cause to spent time in her company.)
Pivoting, she leaves the pomegranate with Set and goes to pick up the persimmon sapling. It was still a sapling, but it was already large enough to bear some fruit, and she has a hole for it in the yard where it might shade the home as it grows, she just wanted to be sure it would take to the soil and do well. The idea of a proper garden, though... She looks around at the still mostly clear space around the home as she unwraps the burlap to free the sapling's roots, considering. "My garden" felt just as strange as saying "my house" still did, but...]
A garden with trees might keep the night monsters from sniffing about as much, I suppose...