[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color]

Isla could feel the gaze of the other traveler fall on her. She could only wonder if his eyes noticed her weapon or if he would be too surprised and simply try to study her face. That seemed to be what most people with eyesight did... judged someone's personality by looking at their face. Isla found other ways to judge. Smooth or jerky movements, the quiver or strength of a voice.

At the man's quick response, Isla felt a few of the tighter muscles in her body slack. She was still prepared to turn and sprint like a rabbit but for some reason, the man hadn't moved an inch. She would have heard instantly thanks to his windchime-like load, but he must have only turned his head when he heard her voice, and not his whole body. Interesting.

There was a brief pause, where Isla took in his scent from a breeze barely moving between them. Man and sweat. Not surprising. And as the man spoke again, she could hear the clear quality of his voice. He certainly wasn't afraid of her, and although slightly exerted sounding, she was sure that was from the walking he must have been doing to get to this spot.

The actual words he spoke deflated her slightly. As soon as most deduced she was blind, she was treated like a leper or like she would be easily intimidated. Neither was pleasant. This one might be different though. He'd used an awful lot of words for something that could have been asked in three words (are you blind?). But instead he gave her a choice in answering, signalling respect, and he mentioned her eyes, signalling his observance. 

[color=#00fa9a]"Yes, I'm blind," [/color] the woman answered matter of factly, moving both her arms now to her sides so they rested under her cloak. She let a small moment of silence occur before her curiosity spoke. [color=#00fa9a]"What is your name... and why are you carrying a percussion group on your person?"[/color]