What to do, what to do. No seriously, what to do? She wanted something, anything, to break the monotony of simply existing. There had to be something of interest. Some wolf, some natural wonder. Something. This wandering around doing nothing but converting food to waste and air to slightly more tainted air was for the birds. Where was the danger, the adventure, the fun?
The sounds of an approach followed by the lilting tones of a feminine voice drew the fae from her frustrating musing. Ears pricking, Sabine turned to face the speaker as she drew closer and seated herself. "Hello,” she purred back in the hopes of testing the waters. ”Fine day, isn't it?” It actually wasn't a fine day in her opinion, but she was rubbish at starting conversations. It got much easier once she knew what she was dealing with. ”Perfect for,” she shrugged before parting with cynical words, ”Something chipper and sweet, I suppose.” The day felt pretty and lovely. It was a day for cow-eyed young lovers to do...whatever cow-eyed young lovers did. Stare at one another, maybe. Cow-eyed, of course.
