Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

*Sabine* · 06-22-2015, 07:00 PM

If Sabine had stopped to think about it she would have been amused by the fact that the brute was picking his way through darkness. She lived in it, so would have been unsympathetic to whatever struggles he may have been having. In fact, she would have been rather pleased if the sound of him smacking into a wall or falling on his face had reached her ears. Too often she was scoffed at for her inability to see. What some failed to realize was the amount of skill needed to navigate without sight.

He was definitely getting closer and not farther away. The scent that reached her was unquestionably masculine and while the sound of his approach helped paint a picture of who he was to some extent, much about him remained a mystery. He was big and heavy. Either that or he stomped around like a bull.

In silence she listened to his approach as he grew increasingly close. His voice a deep rumble, he ventured, "Hello there." Sabine took her sweet time in replying as she mentally sized him up. He was close enough for her to hear him breathing, so if she were to guess he was maybe -give or take a bit- five feet away. "Hello," she purred back after a moment's consideration.

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