Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

The voice spoke again, helping Yami to zero in on the stranger's location. She trotted along the base of a small ridge, following the ground as it slowly arched upwards until she was on the same level as the stranger. She spotted the woman quickly once the land was no longer obscuring her vision. Her back was to her, but her head was turning as she asked a super random question. Yami quirked a brow as she shifted her posture slightly to one that was more neutral, though guarded. And, let's face it, it also showed off how hot she was.

"Obviously," Yami answered, quirking a brow as she sized up the stranger, "What's it to you?" That was sort of an odd thing to care about right off the bat when meeting a stranger. I mean, she usually wanted to know upfront, but she just looked instead of asking aloud.