[She knows. Hayame knows. But if she doesn't say it... She will never become better at saying it to those who don't know. If she wants... If she commits herself to becoming what others think she is capable of, of being more than a warrior that follows a general's orders... She must learn to speak. To inspire.
... And not to make irritated faces so much. (Is that what she sounded like to other people?) She manages just barely to simply look pressed. Which she is, by all of this, so. They really did agree on more than they did not.]
It seems we will not be so lucky.
[The food is good, and as someone who had to eat a lot of food to fuel her large body, Hayame isn't not appreciative of being offered free meals as a general concept... But all the looking, the praising, the feeling as if seeing them in the broadcast meant that they knew them... It wasn't everyone, but it was enough that it made things... uncomfortable.
And. Thinking of "uncomfortable"... Hayame pulls a hand-drawn insert from the menu that she'd set aside back out from the side of the table, setting it in front of Nebula. On it, the text labels a limited edition item as inspired by the Meridian shardbearers, a series of drinks... and one of them, blue in color with a slightly more purple streak and a specially designed cup, seems to be labeled with her name. Not that Hayame can read it, but the restaurant owner had told her.. in detail. The man barely holding himself back from coming to ask for an autograph, hovering from the main building.]
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... And not to make irritated faces so much. (Is that what she sounded like to other people?) She manages just barely to simply look pressed. Which she is, by all of this, so. They really did agree on more than they did not.]
It seems we will not be so lucky.
[The food is good, and as someone who had to eat a lot of food to fuel her large body, Hayame isn't not appreciative of being offered free meals as a general concept... But all the looking, the praising, the feeling as if seeing them in the broadcast meant that they knew them... It wasn't everyone, but it was enough that it made things... uncomfortable.
And. Thinking of "uncomfortable"... Hayame pulls a hand-drawn insert from the menu that she'd set aside back out from the side of the table, setting it in front of Nebula. On it, the text labels a limited edition item as inspired by the Meridian shardbearers, a series of drinks... and one of them, blue in color with a slightly more purple streak and a specially designed cup, seems to be labeled with her name. Not that Hayame can read it, but the restaurant owner had told her.. in detail. The man barely holding himself back from coming to ask for an autograph, hovering from the main building.]
You have... inspired some followers.
["Fans".]