Sorry. I said I was gonna rewrite it, and here I am. None the less, sorry John.
I own nothing, by the way.
Possibility.
A little girl of short stature and bouncy black hair.
An impure seraph mutt possessing horrible battle and social skills.
Her artistic taste, strategies and personalty were all things most would frown upon.
She was greedy, opertunistic, egotistical and hypocritical.
Yep. That was the Possibility Sorey and his gang knew.
She wasn't easy to get along with but she was alright.
She really seemed to only hang around them because of Dezel, anyway.
It didn't take a genius or some sort of expert on the human mind to see that those two shared a special connection.
Whatever brought those two together was a force that possessed extreme humour.
He was a powerful grouch and she a helpless brat. When she was in trouble, whether it be an enemy or the desire of some sort of toy, he was there to help her out and, when he was alone, she was always there to fill the silence with cynical criticisms.
What the two of them experienced was almost a substitute for fun and family love.
They were no Mikleo and Sorey but he was probably the only one who was truly there for her and she, appreciating his kindness, did her best to suffice.
"Possibility, tell me the truth."
"I don't...".
"Are you blind?".
"I don't...know...".
Possibility came from unknown orgins, but judging by her behavior, Dezel assumed she was born blind and he was the only one close enough to her to realize.
No one told her she was blind so she could never feel the pain of knowing she was missing out on a world full of colour.
He never told the others. It was thier secret.
Now when ever the group passes through a town of any sort, Dezel would, when the others weren't looking , lift her up on his shoulders so she could touch the buildings and feel the air herself.
He'd describe the buildings and monuments to her carefully and she'd listen patiently because what he described sounded beautiful.
"Dezel..." She whispered before she fell fast asleep on his shoulders "You are...my friend...".
Possibility had difficulty making friends with even inanimate objects because she wasn't patient enough for the bond to grow, ending in nothing but misunderstandings and pain.
It was actually good for her that she was found by someone who knew her far better then she knew herself.
The others realized the true extent of thier friendship when he let her sleep on his shoulders for as long as she wanted.