"Can you see the lava within from the top maybe?" That was a good question. Unfortunately she was asking the wrong person. Amusement lifted the corners of Sabine's mouth. It always came down to sight. "Can you see..." "Did you see..." "Have you seen..." What about the sense of smell? Hearing? Taste? What was so important about sight that made it the go to thing? Why not 'have you smelled...'?
Her tail flicked thoughtfully. To reveal her sightlessness or not? "I wouldn't know." The answer was no, she'd rather not drag that mess out into the open. In doing so encouraged pitied talk about her disability and Sabine loathed the thought of such a conversation. "Haven't been up there, I'm afraid."
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