Iris sat on one of the docks on this fine day. A mark on the back of her neck, the insignia of the silver wolf guild, covering up that barcode that was hidden under the ostentatious guild mark. The blind girl gazed blankly out to sea, with not much of a care in the world, this was such a far ways away from Enca, and the sights were all the same to her, you know, because of the blindness? Yeah, there wasn't much a blind girl could do for tourism, was there? Well, she enjoyed the sounds, the smells, the sensations her synesthesia gave her. She could tell when boats were coming to port to dock, and she could tell when people were moving about behind her.
Iris wanted to experience more and more of Fiore, it was such a lovely country to the Encan girl on the run. But, why was a blind girl on her own anyways? Someone might want to take advantage of that? She had run in with several people on her travels over to the country already, but, she remained optimistic that not every single person was a vile jerk.
And so, the newest pup to the Silver Wolf guild sat on the dock, swinging her legs and humming a song so she could constantly have some sort of sensory synapse over her body from the synesthesia she 'suffered from' utilizing it like a muddied echo location. It wasn't perfect, but, it got the job done.
She didn't know what she wanted to do today, or what would happen, though, being harassed by hooligans about trying to stare off in to nothing while all she saw was nothing wasn't on the list. It was normally not a problem to her, but, the words still hurt, it wasn't her fault she was blind, stupid curse....
WC: 314
Iris wanted to experience more and more of Fiore, it was such a lovely country to the Encan girl on the run. But, why was a blind girl on her own anyways? Someone might want to take advantage of that? She had run in with several people on her travels over to the country already, but, she remained optimistic that not every single person was a vile jerk.
And so, the newest pup to the Silver Wolf guild sat on the dock, swinging her legs and humming a song so she could constantly have some sort of sensory synapse over her body from the synesthesia she 'suffered from' utilizing it like a muddied echo location. It wasn't perfect, but, it got the job done.
She didn't know what she wanted to do today, or what would happen, though, being harassed by hooligans about trying to stare off in to nothing while all she saw was nothing wasn't on the list. It was normally not a problem to her, but, the words still hurt, it wasn't her fault she was blind, stupid curse....
WC: 314