Sabine rolled her eyes at the growl, really, he still treated her with such hostility? And here she was trying to do him an actual favor... though to be fair, she wasn't exactly the best person from his past to actually do him favors. She waited until he finished his moment of brooding and thinking of the fleeting memories of their past.
"I've always known what she looks like, your brother insists on knowing what you get up to since he can't leave. I never told Vlad what she looks like except that she's got red hair and is short," She scoffed, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. "It's not my fault your brother has temper tantrums and wants to enslave the humans."
She stepped closer to him and narrowed her eyes before moving away in mild disgust, flouncing back to the tree. She wasn't ready to state the other reason why she'd been sent all this way besides to tell him about Vlad's actions. Sabine sat on the ground and muttered to herself, frustrated with being the errand dog.
"You've been around them for too long, you're losing that gleam in your eye. The true count is growing soft with his little human curled up in his lap like a pet," She snarked, scowling at him. "The council wants you back in Transylvania, besides Vlad there are... other things happening. Things that shouldn't be happening at all."
"I've always known what she looks like, your brother insists on knowing what you get up to since he can't leave. I never told Vlad what she looks like except that she's got red hair and is short," She scoffed, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. "It's not my fault your brother has temper tantrums and wants to enslave the humans."
She stepped closer to him and narrowed her eyes before moving away in mild disgust, flouncing back to the tree. She wasn't ready to state the other reason why she'd been sent all this way besides to tell him about Vlad's actions. Sabine sat on the ground and muttered to herself, frustrated with being the errand dog.
"You've been around them for too long, you're losing that gleam in your eye. The true count is growing soft with his little human curled up in his lap like a pet," She snarked, scowling at him. "The council wants you back in Transylvania, besides Vlad there are... other things happening. Things that shouldn't be happening at all."