[It's the people she sees walking around this place as if they were taking a stroll in a village and not floating above a planet. She doesn't even know what a planet is, why is it round, and why is the sky black and not blue no matter the time, and how was she even alive here in the sky on this cold metal heap?
It's far too much far too quickly for a woman of the warring states.
She should fix her hair, half ripped from its style, or her clothing, the deer hide wrap she wears about her waist askew where it separates human from horse, but. Instead she keeps her eyes on him, yet wild, a hoof slamming into the metal floor like a woman might impatiently stamp her foot.]
The pleasure is all hers
[It's the people she sees walking around this place as if they were taking a stroll in a village and not floating above a planet. She doesn't even know what a planet is, why is it round, and why is the sky black and not blue no matter the time, and how was she even alive here in the sky on this cold metal heap?
It's far too much far too quickly for a woman of the warring states.
She should fix her hair, half ripped from its style, or her clothing, the deer hide wrap she wears about her waist askew where it separates human from horse, but. Instead she keeps her eyes on him, yet wild, a hoof slamming into the metal floor like a woman might impatiently stamp her foot.]
Be grateful you live at all!