Title:
Blind
Character(s): Hero, Theresa
When he saw his sister, blind and among bandits, he couldn't bring himself to be surprised. When Maze had mentioned that Theresa might be alive, and then mentioned a seer that might help to find her, it hadn't been too hard to piece together. Theresa's cries at night when she dreamed weren't lost to him, as she had wakened him plenty during the night. Always rambling when she woke up, muttering incoherently about things to come and things to be.
But he still couldn't help but stare openly at her as she walked towards him, every bit as formidable as a predator. She had a look about her, even with no eyes to express it, one that screamed she had suffered already, and was prepared for any adversaries that would rise against her. Despite the whiteness of her attire there was a dark cloud around her that seemed concentrated on her unsmiling face. She looked ever-thoughtful, sullenly drawn, as though she were waiting in resignation for something unpleasant to happen.
Seeing her made a feeling that he hadn't felt in years stir within his bosom. He still cared for her even now. Even though she never came to visit him…