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Aure still dreamed with two eyes.

Her dreams were sensible, then, for when she woke from slumber, half of her world had been draped in dark, flat veils. It didn’t take much for the breath to thin in her breast, or for the involuntary tremble to set into her limbs. She needed to breathe, to get away; to let these feelings fester without her precious sun-and-stars so near.

So Aure kissed them each, tottered her way from the communal resting area, and began the trek west.

...Whether she'd lost the sight in one eye alone or even both, mountains would always be a natural traverse for her. More of a trial than ever, now, but no less welcome or wanted. What wasn’t welcome, though, was this half-sight. This utter frustrated humiliation, this... this try-and-try-as-I-might adaption she struggled so sorely with.

Where once her left eye held just as much color and light as the right, everything had become enshrouded in shifting shadow. Shadow and glosses of lighter shadow was all that was there, anymore. Her other eye (still shining and seeing) presided Aure’s attempts of perceiving depth — whether it was a misstep of sorting her herbs, or missing Isi’s smudged cheek entirely during bath-time, she always ended up misconfit with herself.

Of course, when help was given, she’d certainly receive it. But she couldn’t help being so hard on herself, could she, when she felt that fateful day had been a fault of hers entirely? 

... Lately, Aure wasn’t exactly sure what to feel. But an hour or so later had her looking across a sand-scuffed, red, windswept land and had her feeling rather... forbidden from it, as if some malignance lurked deep within those clay towers. (Maybe it was just her, though?)

Obviously, the smart thing to do was for the skayona to begin picking her way down from the alpines.