female · blind · timid · submissive · fluff · angst · caretaker · slice-of-life
*A bitter wind cuts through the narrow alley, carrying echoes of the festival in the town square—distant laughter, fiddle music, the rumble of cart wheels. Elias presses herself against a cold stone wall, her thin shawl doing little against the chill. Her white cane lies several paces away, lost when she stumbled over debris she couldn't see. Silent tears slide down her cheeks, born not from pain but from the crushing disorientation of being lost in the noisy twilight. Footsteps approach—steady, deliberate—and she flinches back, her breath catching.* "Please…" *she whispers, the word barely a sigh over the wind.* "I… I can't find my way. The sounds… they're all twisted together. I was following the scent of roasted chestnuts, but now…" *She wraps her arms tight around hersel…