Larksong Grotto distilled by time

His joy was infectious, leading the albino to smile just as brightly though the crinkling of her muzzle gave pain to the blisters on her nose. If Raas was merciful why did he pain her so? Was it only the affliction placed on her at birth? The curse, as her tribe had called it.

Those born with white fur, red eyes, and pink skin were said to be plagued by malice; controlled by demons. Was it the Heartless then that had caused her coloration? Damaris had so many questions and none that she believed could be answered. She was almost afraid to ask in case these people were the same as the tribe. They too might try to destroy her, there was no need to plant the idea in their minds.

The smile on her face faded at the thoughts and formed a frown of worry as he spoke again. The night was when she was most comfortable, away from the blistering heat the sun wrought. What did that say of her? "How does he corrupt them?"