Wapun Meadow botchlings

Sarah realized her mistake soon enough and Stigmata confirmed it readily. She shrunk back, ears drawn to her skull and fear flashed in her eyes. This was not a good place to meet a stranger that seemed to her more hostile than he really was. He was in advantage here - he probably knew the surroundings here, he had more confidence in his stride - she had happened to be in his way, unprepared for anything.

"His sister," she replied quietly, looking down at her feet, feeling defeated, without having put a fight, which was a new low for her. Proud Sarah cowed like a weakling. "I am sorry."