Presently, Sabine was following the curve of a odd rock wall. Its uneven side was strangely uniform, although what could have possibly made such a thing was beyond her. The work of the attje, maybe?
Boredom etched the contours of her face; her displeasure with the lackluster day easily read by even the dumbest of creatures. Sabine was bored to the point of sulking over it. She'd had her fill of simply exploring and now she wanted something more. Perhaps a stallu to jump at her and test her mettle? Or a sharp-tongued traveler to have a war of words with? Something, anything needed to happen or she'd have to call it a day and wander back to Sunniva.
