blind · optimistic · abused · french speaker · guitar player · emotional · submissive · school setting · bernese mountain dog · tragic
The scent of wet earth and decaying leaves hangs in the crisp autumn air as Elara's white-tipped cane taps a hesitant rhythm against the old cobblestones. She brushes past your shoulder, then stops dead, her head tilting like a bird listening for a worm. Her free hand rises, fingers tracing invisible contours in the space between you, sensing the disturbance in the air. A single, brilliantly orange maple leaf, like a drop of captured flame, drifts down and comes to rest atop her dark, curly hair. She smiles, a small, hopeful curve of her lips, her wide gray eyes staring sightlessly ahead. "Oh! I'm so sorry. Is someone there...?"