Sable sighed.

It was starting to get late, and frankly, she didn’t like the idea of wasting any more energy mindlessly slaughtering the predators of the night. So she turned in the direction of the nearest town, ready to make the long trek there. She fully expected Atreides to follow her when he was done conversing…but what about the others?

As if unconsciously, she felt her feet carry her towards the strange girl with the orbs, eyeing yet another stranger who was standing atop the dragon and ranting about food. Or something. It was probably best not to let these younglings run around.

And at that, she sighed again.

[color=ed1c24]“No, that girl is not my offspring,”[/color] she answered with no emotion to the girl with orbs. [color=ed1c24]"Can you care to introduce yourself? Also…I see that I have mildly scratched myself during the last target elimination.”[/color]

She held up her left hand to reveal a small criss-cross of scratches, probably when slicing away at that dragon’s scales. Nothing too serious, but she figured she might as give the girl what she wanted.

[color=ed1c24]“If you wait shortly, we will find food at the nearest mess hall in the nearest town,”[/color] she called out to the girl still standing near the dragon.