Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands



Cerei nodded. "I don't disagree, though I feel like traveling with me would be a burden. If only there were a way for me to gain my sight. I want to see. That's the only thing I have ever wanted." Cerei said, a tear forming in her eye. 

The trio rode in silence for a while, and the only noise was the whisper of the wind blowing through the trees. The road twisted and turned through the thick forest they were now traveling through. A sudden cry rang through the silence, splitting the air. An eagle dove through the sky, catching a mouse in the grass. Cerei reached her arm out to feel the wind, and the eagle turned in mid flight. It dove again, this time aiming for the cart. It landed, screeching. Lucius turned to scare it away before noticing what was happening. It sat on Cerei's arm peacefully, ripping the mouse to shreds with its beak. It's soft call rang through the night, and it made its perch on Cerei's shoulder. She seemed pleased, and turned to the bird. "You found me. I thought you were dead." She said, smiling. "Sorry guys. I found Izti hurt once. She usually only pops up and leaves immediately. She's harmless to me." She said, sitting the bird on the rail that sat beside her seat.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Scarlett flinched as the bird came swooping down, cowering from it a bit and wrinkling her nose as the bird began tearing the little creature to shreds right in front of her. *Ewwww!* She thought, a look of shared disgust and horror appearing on both her and Lucius' face. Perhaps the one thing they would ever agree on! Scarlett might be a whore, but she was also a lady and had lived a life among the wealthy long enough to have certain standards.

Thankfully, Cerei couldn't see either of their reactions, and both of them carefully avoided letting their disgust at the creature fill their voice. In any case, the slaughter of the little animal aside, it was interesting to know that Cerei had nursed this bird back to health; it spoke to Cerei's character as a person and made Scarlett admire her a bit more. 

"That's amazing that you nursed her back to health," Scarlett replied. "She clearly hasn't forgotten your kindness."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands 

"I guess. We helped each other. She gave me company when no one else would." Cerei said, with a faraway look in her eyes. Her voice sounded like it was longing for something, like a hole that was not filled had just been reopened. Cerei's face darkened, and her fingers stroked the tiny head of the stunning bird beside her. "She gave me something to hope for, freedom to do whatever I wanted. She can do what I cannot. She can fly high above everything else and I am forced here, forced to rely on others to even rise out of my chair. It's not fair, but life isn't fair either..." Cerei said, while the sound of her voice trailed off.

Cerei stayed quiet, keeping company with her thoughts for a while. She didn't respond to anyone, but her fingers kept stroking the bird, which eventually closed its eyes and rested. Cerei leaned back in the carriage seat and closed her own eyes, feeling the wind on her face and arms, and took a deep breath through her nose. The smells of the forest settled in her nose. She could almost hear the life that resided there, like the small family of rodents snuggled in a small borough underneath the berry bush or the elk tracking through the trees in search of food. Emotions wafted through her as each new smell struck her, and she began to smile. It was almost overwhelming. All of these new feelings poured into her being as nature affected her for the first time, and she understood why her father spent so much time tracking animals out here. Even without her sight she felt a connection out in the wild.

"I am sorry. It was not my place to declare that. I'm just complaining because I do not have the advantages that others do. I must fight harder in order to survive." She said, finding a thick lock of her hair and brushing her fingers through it. She longed more than ever to feel her mother's soft hands performing their dance, interlocking her hair into loose knots that kept it all out of her face. Even though it didn't affect her sight the feel of it was dreadful.