Greatwater Lake Milk-colored eye

She had not seen what her face looked like after...the accident. Her eye was not removed from the socket, thank Sithis, but it was blind nonetheless. A scar trailed across her face, from the orange-eyed monster, from her cheek, through her eye, to her forehead. That, she knew - she could feel it throbbing sometimes - but she had never seen it before.

Potema was not (that) vain, but she knew she was pretty, like her mother. A gently pointed nose, symmetrical ears, eyes slanted in a bewitching way, with a light sapphire color that glittered like a jewel. But she often wondered if her beauty was marred now, by this face.

Does the look of one's face truly matter? A voice inside her head smirked. Her voice. She had come along with the scar, with the blinded eye.

A woman can easily seduce a man with words and the sway of the hips, with pheromones from her heat. A scar on your face won't change much.

"But a missing eye does." She whispered back, seeing the glittering mirror that was the Greatwater Lake. She should not have been so far from Blackfeather with her injury, but the lake was the best place to get a clear view. "I just want a peek, that's all." She walked closer to the lake, then paused close to its shore, steeling herself for the reveal. First she saw her ears...then the top of her head...then her eyes...