I've the height of Hyuran child, the figure of a woman, a tail, and horns too wide for standard necklines. I was just... tired of not being able to have anything pretty unless I made it for myself.

[ She flushes at the admittance, feeling silly for having been so frustrated over something so unimportant in the scheme of things. Esteem leans their weight against her shoulder in a gentle, reassuring shove. ]

«No one can fault you for that. And if they do, they're only worth their weight in steaming hot shite.»