Oh, Cian might laugh, but Sabra wasn't... She totally expected her order to be carried out, not be excused from. That was how things worked where she was from - the food chain was a very real indication of hierarchy. This 'social boundaries' thing was still taking some getting used to. Something Valerie would, no doubt, have attested to, judging by their last conversation.
There was no telling how sabra might have reacted. There was every chance she might have promptly marched over to the two shape-shifters, grabbed one or both of them by their necks and hauled them over to the crater to carry out her command. All of that, however, evaporated, once that... Sound became known.
And, characteristically for a creature which thrived on hatred and darkened loathings, the apparent innocence of that noise brought an expression of distaste to Sabra's face; eyes narrowing and upper lip curling back in displeasure.
"Oh," she observed, like someone who had just found excrement on the sole of their shoe. "It seems... Pleasant."
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There was no telling how sabra might have reacted. There was every chance she might have promptly marched over to the two shape-shifters, grabbed one or both of them by their necks and hauled them over to the crater to carry out her command. All of that, however, evaporated, once that... Sound became known.
And, characteristically for a creature which thrived on hatred and darkened loathings, the apparent innocence of that noise brought an expression of distaste to Sabra's face; eyes narrowing and upper lip curling back in displeasure.
"Oh," she observed, like someone who had just found excrement on the sole of their shoe. "It seems... Pleasant."
Ugh!