Sibyll shrugged, resting her head against the telescope, moving it slightly as she did so.
"I am sure." Her eyes turned towards her feet, looking at her leather sandles she was wearing despite the cold weather. "I was at the pitch once." Her tiny nose twitched. "I watch most the matches..." Her cheeks flushed a bit, an act she tried to hide with locks of gold hair. "Sometimes the practices from here."
She bit her bottom lip slightly. "I don't understand the sport to well, flying on brooms, dodging things...seems a little violent."