[Find a way to fly… Konoha can’t help but laugh a little, even as awkward as she’s feeling. That might just be the major difference between the two of them… and honestly, rather than find it alienating or scoff worthy… it’s admirable, she thinks. People needed individuals like that, like Nikolai, like her own boss Sha Gozen, who strove to innovate and explore and do things no one had before. Without that, things wouldn’t move anywhere, would they… and she’s content enough knowing that without people like her, those people might never get enough sleep or the right food or have the time to put those minds to work properly, so.
Everyone did their part, in the end.
Clapping her hands in the sort of prayer over food she was familiar with, what she says instead of her usual words is what she learned in his home, a quick (and pronounced best she can),]
Davayte yest.
[And she’s glad to eat (honestly she’s always glad to eat, she has two stomachs and a half ton body to keep moving), but she’s admittedly wishing she’d chosen a seat farther away. He isn’t… centaur adjacent at all, but he’s still a man, and though human men’s scent didn’t usually do much to trigger her heat… apparently dragon men… did. He smelled. Very nice. And you learn something new every day… but now it would be awkward to move, it’s fine, half-“seated” her skirted rump is to the ground now, only her tail flicking back and forth can betray her.
She’ll just hold the food in her chopsticks closer to her face between bites…]
I still can’t believe everyone forgot so much… that had to be some magic thing, I know I shouldn’t have gotten drunk…
[Not with her metabolism. And actually speaking of that… she has her network device back now so she fishes for it and flips through some photos of… well, a beach at night. And some… blurs? The thing that’s in focus she’d been actually attempting to take the picture of seems to have been a drink in the sand but behind that… the closer blur looks like Liem? But there are other blurs in the picture that are at minimum blonde…]
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Everyone did their part, in the end.
Clapping her hands in the sort of prayer over food she was familiar with, what she says instead of her usual words is what she learned in his home, a quick (and pronounced best she can),]
Davayte yest.
[And she’s glad to eat (honestly she’s always glad to eat, she has two stomachs and a half ton body to keep moving), but she’s admittedly wishing she’d chosen a seat farther away. He isn’t… centaur adjacent at all, but he’s still a man, and though human men’s scent didn’t usually do much to trigger her heat… apparently dragon men… did. He smelled. Very nice. And you learn something new every day… but now it would be awkward to move, it’s fine, half-“seated” her skirted rump is to the ground now, only her tail flicking back and forth can betray her.
She’ll just hold the food in her chopsticks closer to her face between bites…]
I still can’t believe everyone forgot so much… that had to be some magic thing, I know I shouldn’t have gotten drunk…
[Not with her metabolism. And actually speaking of that… she has her network device back now so she fishes for it and flips through some photos of… well, a beach at night. And some… blurs? The thing that’s in focus she’d been actually attempting to take the picture of seems to have been a drink in the sand but behind that… the closer blur looks like Liem? But there are other blurs in the picture that are at minimum blonde…]
This isn’t you, is it… ?