She'd gotten where she was with the aid of countless curses and more than a few new cuts and bruises. Oddly enough, the latter had also earned curses of their own. Stubbornness had also played a huge part in it. Going back the way she'd come would be to quit. And she was not a quitter.
A tremendous clattering from above sent her backpedaling in alarm for fear of getting bonked by falling rocks. She continued back, stumbling over things and hastily regaining her footing, until it became clear that what was falling was a bit more plush than a heap of stones. The voice that reached her ears immediately halted her progress. Sabine's pride, even though her heart was still in her throat, demanded that she smother all outward signs of fear, so with a deep, calming breath, the fae smoothed her feathers and recovered her confident facade.
As she padded forward, the corners of Sabine's eyes crinkled in amusement and her lips lifted in a smirk. Sounds of movement -perhaps the person trying to regain their footing?- suddenly made it clear that the tumbler had landed below Sabine's current position. ”Indeed it could have been -you could have taken me down with you.” Oh, the horror.
Reaching the edge, the fae leaned down on her elbows and rested her chin on the edge of the rock face. ”Tell me,” she paused and tipped her head to the side, ”Do you make a habit of rolling down mountains? I ask because I might come this way again and I want to be prepared in case there's a next time.” One corner of her mouth rose higher, her amusement evident. It crossed her mind that the stranger may have been injured by the tumble, but she was sure she'd find out soon enough.
