A voice caught her attention, snapped her straight back to reality it did. She turned quickly, catching sight of a female, shorter than she with a darker complexion and such odd silver eyes, with a figure that Keeara could drunkenly run her hands all over, all night long if she was so inclined. She honestly had no clue who or what the woman was, she did look rather out of place in that corset of hers, though she supposed that she could always say the same about herself no matter where she went. Ignoring the corset part, of course. She'd never be caught dead in something like that. It was far too proper and womanly, plus they weren't exactly made for a woman with a tail quite as big as her own. It'd probably just get caught in her tail fins.

And she caught the staring too, matching it with her own stare, as equally intense as the smaller woman's. She wasn't particularly interested, not quite as much as the stranger seemed to be, though she was wondering if maybe the silver eyed woman was mute. Or maybe she just wanted a good time? It wouldn't have been the first time she'd have been stared at because somebody wanted that sort of thing, after all.

Finally, Staring Sally seemed intent on actually speaking up, disproving the mute theory right away. Heck, not only was she not mute, but she had one helluva strong accent on her as well. She'd never really heard it before, though really, most often she was too drunk to actually care about a person's accent. Still, the woman's words were enough to make her slant an eyebrow, shrugging.

"Eh, something of the sort. Really I just love me a drink, though who doesn't love the better stuff?" Another shrug followed, taking another swig of her waterskin, before shaking it at the next question. "Eh, I dunno. Some of the local stuff. Pretty weak if you ask me. Not exactly.... eh?" Trailing off, she could only watch as the silver eyed woman raced off to fret over some kid. Looked like he'd been literally drowned, though in rainfall like this, Keeara found it hard to argue that he hadn't.

Still, miss Stares seemed to know him, so he was probably cool.

If not she'd just ignore them. It wouldn't be too difficult, she'd been ignoring idiots for practically her entire life. "The kid a friend of yours?" She called out, before swigging at her drink yet again. She was going to have to be more drunk than this to put up with a literal child. "Looking like a drowned rat there, kiddo. No room next to any of those pyromancer maniacs under the other trees?" Seriously. They were using fire magic next to WOODEN TREES! How bad of an idea was that!?

(Short OOC note: Sorry for the long wait you two. Finally got my cast off so typing is way easier and less frustrating now! Won't keep you waiting like that again!)