[Tanabata was celebrated in her time, and she knew her mother would probably take the chance to remind her to brush up on her sewing... but her mother isn't here. And she didn't realize she was supposed to write it down on these papers...
Awkwardly, Konoha holds the brush and paper in her hand, shuffling a bit human-like despite how instead of feet it's four horse hooves moving about, waiting until she sees someone who has already written their own to approach, hunching just slightly to try and minimize the height difference between centaur and... not centaur.]
Ah- If you're not in a hurry... could you write mine for me?
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Awkwardly, Konoha holds the brush and paper in her hand, shuffling a bit human-like despite how instead of feet it's four horse hooves moving about, waiting until she sees someone who has already written their own to approach, hunching just slightly to try and minimize the height difference between centaur and... not centaur.]
Ah- If you're not in a hurry... could you write mine for me?