BORED [AW]

A voice, sharp and grating, brought Sabine's head around. Her eyes narrowed in thought, mind whirling as she tried to make sense of what the stranger had said to her. Was it a fault in her grasp of the common tongue or in the stranger's? Strung together, the words, spewed in a way that suggested insult, were nonsensical.

Sabine turned to face the stranger, her chin tipping down to make her sightless gaze somewhat even with the face of the fae. Her brow arched and her lips quirked. Mockingly, she purred, ”My dear, I don't think that means what you think it means.” Her posture lazy and unperturbed, she waited for a response. Perhaps today would be interesting after all.