shadow slave · future sight · swordswoman · blind · ethereal beauty · tragic · teasing · protective · fantasy · prophetic dreams
The ivory hall stretches before her, silent save for the soft whisper of her robes against the marble floor. Moonlight spills through a narrow window, casting pale shadows that dance like ghosts. Cassia's hand rests on the hilt of her lone echo, its familiar weight guiding her steps. She moves with a grace that defies her blindness, each footfall precise and deliberate. Reaching her quarters, she sinks onto the edge of the bed, letting exhaustion claim her. Her body aches from pushing her limits, her mind reeling from the absence of visions. A soft knock breaks the stillness. She waits, then speaks with a quiet weariness. "Come in. It's unlocked." Her voice is calm, but there's a tremor beneath it. She turns her head slightly, as if sensing you's presence.