There was a tightening of muscles, Sabra tilting her head slowly over to one side, like an animal gaining a slightly different visual perspective to work out the solution to a problem.
"Yes..."
She was walking now. Up to, around and then past her. Eyes keeping track. A small sniff being made.
"I disliked it. Heavily."
An implied threat? A warning? Mere observation? Whatever it was, the woman looked away, then back again.
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on 2013-12-21 02:40 am (UTC)"Yes..."
She was walking now. Up to, around and then past her. Eyes keeping track. A small sniff being made.
"I disliked it. Heavily."
An implied threat? A warning? Mere observation? Whatever it was, the woman looked away, then back again.
"You don't smell like the others."