Stavanger Bay Song of the waves

Phone post for @Ford forgive me for this crappy phone post

Pale pink nostrils flared at every foreign smell that seemed to drift in the wind, it was all very overwhelming, being in a new area without her brother to describe their surroundings. They all belonged to terrain, both foreign and familiar all the same.  She could not think about what had happened, the little dancer did not understand why her brother vanished from her side. She knew he was not her actual brother but her protector, he had been with her as long as she could remember. How words drifted to herbin sleep but whe. She woke her side was old and his scent stale. How did she even get her, why had he taken her from the kingdom that overlooked the sea, why did he speak of outcasts like she was one of them?

It was the way the earth, sand rather, felt beneath her toes, the sound of the wind from the waves that told her that she had never been here before. There was no mental image shaped and formed to map out her surroundings and yet by smell she could find the herbs she needed to treat a few sharp feeling wounds along her side. How she came to have these wouldn't, well, that was something she could not remember.

A sigh escaped her lips though muffled by the short, dry stick she carried in her mouth. It was her way of not running into things on an unfamiliar place, it was worn and carried many of her own teeth marks. Soon she would have to find another before this one snapped.

This was the first time she did not have someone by her side. She was all alone, cast out of her home because of a disability she was given at birth. She only wished she knew why that had happened to her, wished she knew were her home might have been. It caused sadness to fill her sightless vision, another sigh came as she closed those unseening eyes. She simple stood in the sand, her toes buried so that she might feel when someone or something approached her. The blind angel listened to the ocean, simply letting the crash of the waves remind her of her home.