―――― To assume that Rhiannon was utterly blind was a common misconception. The woman's sight was so limited in a daily basis, it was perhaps easier to simply live under the notion that she saw nothing but a world of blackness- knew nothing else than a world of total darkness, but it simply was not true. Rhia had been born with sight, even if it had been limited even then, with no depth perception, and poor perception in general that worsened as she grew older, but she had had it. A few, blessful moments of color, to see the world around her as it was. Her mother's face, her little sister's favorite pink bow, her own, small tiny face; a child's face, so much different, she knew, than what it must be now. Yet, while she had these memories, while she could recollect the times she had seen the world around her, they were now only faded memories, glimpses and half-truths, for she could not recall what the color pink looked like anymore, nor did she know what her mother's face had looked like. She did not even know what she looked like, aside from what little she could gleam from others, or what she had already known.

Yet, this moment, this was something that her eyes, her body longed for. It was a small, tiny little pool of water out in the territory, a rare glimpse of it from an late evening drizzle, one that still remained within the wet sand due to the colder temperature of the winter season, a fact which made Rhia bundle up in her cloak, but she would not miss this, her gaze seemingly fixated on this tiny little pool of water, where the light of the stars gleamed off the surface and shone oh so gently, sparkling under the bright moon. And for once, she smiled, truly grinning from ear to ear as though she had gone mad, ever so slightly shifting her weight from time to time so the water would catch and gleam the star-like gemstones across the surface, amused and delighted by something so utterly simple, something so many would take for granted.

[member=1738]Stryker[/member]