[It is a tale the like of legend- and maybe that is fitting, for a god of storms, and the world he has told her of, that is full of things that to her are yet fantastical. She follows it as best she can with the understanding she has, comparing to things she knows in order to make sense of it.
A part of her almost wins out in desire to move closer, to fit against his chest as if the heartbeat there would tell her more than his face might, but that was a coward's way- she has asked, and so she will watch as he tells it. Prove that she is worthy to hear it.
An enemy banished, yet returned, more powerful than ever, who was wily enough to avoid capture, to scheme-
Hayame does not know the right words, she feels she almost never does. But she tries.]
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A part of her almost wins out in desire to move closer, to fit against his chest as if the heartbeat there would tell her more than his face might, but that was a coward's way- she has asked, and so she will watch as he tells it. Prove that she is worthy to hear it.
An enemy banished, yet returned, more powerful than ever, who was wily enough to avoid capture, to scheme-
Hayame does not know the right words, she feels she almost never does. But she tries.]
... was it he?
[Who took it, next they met.]