Stone Circle i'm dreaming

blondine heard the sigh and frowned. they don't hurt, she said, flexing her brows up and down, and i can't see 'em, so i'll pretend they look alright. she'd never been a vain woman, anyway. a scar was nothing more than a little run on the skin, nothing to get all worked up about.

you got sumn' on yer mind? blondine asked, i still got ears. i can hear it in you. she started walking forward, turning a few steps in to avoid colliding with dawn. she didn't want guidance, but to prove that even without eyes, her legs still worked. we don't gotta talk if you don't wanna.