[There's a woman in strange armor on your couch. Or maybe it's not your couch, maybe it's the exact same couch you've suddenly found yourself sleeping on.
Sabine wakes with a start, quickly grabbing the blasters at her hip and aiming them at the first person she sees.]
II. c-c-changes
[Okay. This is strange. It's probably some Force thing, but... the weather is nice. And the colors of the leaves, they're perfect.
She sits underneath a tree somewhere quiet, sketching the surroundings as she sips some caf. She might even be sketching the people passing by too. Make sure she's getting your good angle?]
III. pumpkin overflow
[She has no idea what this is. Well, she knows it's a pumpkin, but even pumpkins in her galaxy don't do this. When one gets just a little too close, about to jump on her, she instinctively pulls out a green lightsaber and slashes it in half. The guts of the gourd splatter and cover both her and an unfortunate passerby. Sabine quickly turns off the saber, offering the other an apologetic look.]
... Sorry. [she mumbles to herself an additional apology] Sorry, Ezra.
[This probably isn't how lightsabers are supposed to be used.]
IV. heart game
I celebrate by not answering random messages on the holonet.
Sabine Wren | Star Wars Rebels
[There's a woman in strange armor on your couch. Or maybe it's not your couch, maybe it's the exact same couch you've suddenly found yourself sleeping on.
Sabine wakes with a start, quickly grabbing the blasters at her hip and aiming them at the first person she sees.]
II. c-c-changes
[Okay. This is strange. It's probably some Force thing, but... the weather is nice. And the colors of the leaves, they're perfect.
She sits underneath a tree somewhere quiet, sketching the surroundings as she sips some caf. She might even be sketching the people passing by too. Make sure she's getting your good angle?]
III. pumpkin overflow
[She has no idea what this is. Well, she knows it's a pumpkin, but even pumpkins in her galaxy don't do this. When one gets just a little too close, about to jump on her, she instinctively pulls out a green lightsaber and slashes it in half. The guts of the gourd splatter and cover both her and an unfortunate passerby. Sabine quickly turns off the saber, offering the other an apologetic look.]
... Sorry. [she mumbles to herself an additional apology] Sorry, Ezra.
[This probably isn't how lightsabers are supposed to be used.]
IV. heart game
I celebrate by not answering random messages on the holonet.