Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head; Camrynn

[Channary]

death seems better than the migraine in my head

This whole being blind thing really fucking blows.

It’s definitely not as easy as they all make it out to be. Blind horses always seem to have an inborn sense of grace, as if they always know exactly where they’re going to put their feet. Maybe it’s just a thing with those that just so happen to be born blind; their other senses get a weird, almost supernatural boost so that they are making up in the skills that they lack. Maybe it’s just different if blindness is forced upon you.  It’s stupid. Either way, being blind is not nearly as easy as it seems. Being blind is hard work.

In case you haven’t caught on yet: Channary is blind. She was not born blind—no, she had perfect vision and two beautiful brown eyes when she was born. She can vaguely remember the color of the grass and how it contrasted with the color of the sky. Vaguely. She’s been blind now for more years than she had her vision, but then again, she’d been able to see for less than a year. Horses in this place are seriously fucked up. Pranks are one thing, but burning out a weanling’s eyes just because you’re bored?

Now do you understand where her anger is coming from?

She is sure that the day is beautiful—aren’t they all supposed to be beautiful in their own way? It’s not raining, at least; she can feel the scorching summer sun striking her back, though it has started cooling off with the upcoming onset of autumn. Perhaps it is dangerous for her to be alone in the Meadow so close to the breeding season, but the blind, awkward, angry girl is not without some defense. She never has been—and never will be—someone’s damsel in distress. She’s not distressed and she definitely hardly qualifies as a damsel.

channary

[Camrynn]

Every gift is a curse, and every curse a gift.

Well, except for magic. As far as she can figure, there really is no downside to magic. The kind of power she has, the things she can do – if she had more of a consciousness for right and wrong, a stronger moral compass, perhaps it would torture her. Perhaps the things she's done would come up like ghosts in the night, perhaps they'd torture her. Perhaps that would be her downside. But luckily for her – and probably unluckily for the rest of Beqanna – she's never been much of one to beat herself up. She's blessed with a distinct and almost beautiful self confidence and a thoroughly unquestioning nature. She does what she will, and to her, that is right.

But take blindness, for example. It's difficult to be blind, she thinks as she watches the girl stew in her anger in the meadow. It's hard not to be able to see. But blindness is, in the larger scale of things, so very easily fixable. Blindness is just a little thing like missing eyes – and eyes are so very easy to replace.

And in the meantime, being blind is what makes her interesting to one particular magician. Although whether that's a blessing with a curse or a curse with a blessing is a matter of some debate.

Camrynn does not approach her. She remains at a distance, far up on the treeline, tucked so into the shadows that she's almost out of sight. She can see, and she can be near if that becomes useful to her, but she will not be seen. And it is from this position that she starts, ever so gently, to weave her magic gently around the girl.

It's a temporary spell, one that lasts only as long as she wills it, but its effect is unmistakable. With a touch of magic, the girl's vision returns – well, sort of. The world will seem distorted, its colors too bright, almost as though she's seeing a caricature of what's around her. Her eyes aren't back, not by a long shot – instead, Camrynn is using her magic to feed images directly into the girl's mind, distorting them a little bit as she pleases.

It's not that her magic is incapable of a perfect rendering. If she wished, Channary would see exactly what was truly there to be seen. But Camrynn wants her to know that it isn't real, wants her to understand that there is something strange at play. She wants to see how the girl will react, what she'll do now that there is a little bit of light back in her life. Sure it might look like a fun house, but it's still light. It's still more than she had before.

And so the magician waits, watching, hidden deep in the shadows as her own little experiment blooms in the meadow below.  

[@Channary] I know I said this in the post, but the whole vision thing is super temporary. And if you don't like it, just let me know <3