Redsand Canyon It's been drug through the mud

Would it be alright to wrap this?

Her reply stumped him. He didn’t believe her, yet how could he refute such a frank statement? Had he been wrong? How was that possible? How—“I just don’t need eyes to do it.” Atreus blinked, now even more mystified. Her third and most cryptic comment didn’t clarify much.

But as he walked along in silence, processing what she’d said, he realized she was sort of speaking in a riddle. She was blind, though of course she couldn’t see the future, literally or metaphorically. That must be a joke of some kind, though he didn’t get it. As for “seeing” without eyes, perhaps her other senses were heightened to compensate for the missing one, or she’d adapted in some other way.

Clearly, she’d acclimatized and persevered. Still Atreus marveled at the easy smoothness of her gait. He had a feeling that no matter how much time he spent with Fennec today and in the future, he would never fully comprehend her paradigm, nor discern how she not only survived but thrived.

Maybe it was magic, after all.