[For all her knowledge born of coming from a similar culture... in this world, there are no jinba, and no matter how much her human half resembles the natives... there is no way for her to blend in among them.
She hadn't expected that part to evoke emotion. She would be stone.]
It is almost spring.
[Which... apparently answers the question of why the colors were so bright, the proprietress spreading out a variety of silks and sashes for purview (while stealing sidelong glances at the centaur blocking her shop door- apparently she wasn't getting any more customers until these were satisfied).]
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She hadn't expected that part to evoke emotion. She would be stone.]
It is almost spring.
[Which... apparently answers the question of why the colors were so bright, the proprietress spreading out a variety of silks and sashes for purview (while stealing sidelong glances at the centaur blocking her shop door- apparently she wasn't getting any more customers until these were satisfied).]