John Watson/Faora
Faora stared blankly at the question. Inspired her to do what? Was she supposed to get some bigger sense of things from looking at odd geometrical shapes in assorted colors? Was there some great emotional feeling to be gained from a picture of a plain woman that other's seemed to prize so greatly? "I... do not understand the nature of the question," she said.
"Rugby... would not be something that I should do," she replied. She'd heard of it, of course. Had even watched a match, briefly. And, while she was certain that she'd be able to withhold herself enough not to hurt anyone, it was certainly clear that even so, someone would discover that there was more to her than appeared. And that was something that she was not ready for, not yet.