Tic-Tic-Tic, the sound of claws on stone.
In truth the saint did not know where she was going, nor where she was in this moment. Nayavanti had always been her guide, but now she could not find her. Most would feel fear in such a situation, and yet Visala felt nothing. Whether such weakness had been conditioned out of her or if her parents strange pairing of their own blood had made her this way she did not know, but she did know that she had been made in god's image nonetheless.
From the way the wind blew Visala could often tell if she was walk towards the sea or not, but when it was coming from the west like today she was left lost. Releasing a careful sigh the girl lowered herself to lay on the ground. She felt that there was nothing to do but wait now.
In truth the saint did not know where she was going, nor where she was in this moment. Nayavanti had always been her guide, but now she could not find her. Most would feel fear in such a situation, and yet Visala felt nothing. Whether such weakness had been conditioned out of her or if her parents strange pairing of their own blood had made her this way she did not know, but she did know that she had been made in god's image nonetheless.
From the way the wind blew Visala could often tell if she was walk towards the sea or not, but when it was coming from the west like today she was left lost. Releasing a careful sigh the girl lowered herself to lay on the ground. She felt that there was nothing to do but wait now.
When threading with Visala, please remember she is blind
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