Ugh. Hello, or whatever.

Winter was here. It reminded her of home. The temperatures, the brisk air. The smell. Maybe she was crazy, or maybe her sense of smell was keener, but winter air had a distinctly wintery smell to it. Spring was moist and moldy and breezy, but winter? Winter was cold and empty. There was a starkness to its scent that no other season had.

Sabine's musings were cut short as the wind changed directions and the smell of another reached her nose. Whoever they were, they were close. The smell was distinctly feminine and underscored by the faint hints of the fae's season that still lingered on her person. She wasn't sure how close the other was and with the brisk wind doing its best to cover up possible sounds of approach, her straining ears struggled to make sense of the muddled noise.

Sightless eyes squinted in annoyance as her ears and nose continued to vainly search for the location of the other. Why wasn't she calling out? Isn't that what people did when faced with the presence of another? Her tone a bit brisk, she queried, ”Uh, hello?”