<a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgu7q4KPVk1qeppa2o1_500.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Mila Raine Ducan<br/>Age: 23<br/>(Blind, but eyes still seem to see things. On a deeper level than surface)<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Mila blinked open her eyes, feeling the heavy pull of sleep trying to drag her back into her dreams where she was able to see. She had been dreaming of the shore, watching the sun throw a blinding glare off the waves back into her eyes. Drinking in the blinding, yellow-white sunlight happily, not being bothered by it a bit. It was much better than the black veil that always prevented her from seeing the world in her conscious state. She didn't dare shut her eyes, out of fear that she would wake in the real world. Breathing in the smell of the salty waves, a wistful sigh left her soft, parted lips. Then once again, she opened her eyes to the everlasting darkness that encompassed her world.<br/><br/>Slowly pushing herself to sit up, Mila felt the coarse straw beneath her soft hand and heard the crackle of the uncomfortable pallet that she slept on. The smell of cooking bacon wafted towards her, making her stand and reach out for her walking cane. It was her eyes and the only reason she could move around independently. Her hand closed around the cold rubber of the handle and she swung it carefully out in front of her, using it to guide her to the kitchen. Where her mother was quietly humming to herself as she prepared what little food they had left. It seemed like not a worry encased the woman as she hummed the old lullaby she used to sing to Mila and her other two sisters, Casey and Lily.<br/><br/>Wrapping her small arms around her mother's lean frame, Mila smiled happily at the feeling of the early morning sun's rays kissing her cheek. "Good morning mother." she said quietly before pulling away and moving over to where the small kitchen table was placed. Moving her hands along the edge of the table, she reached out to feel for a chair before she was able to take a seat. "Good morning my sweet little girl. Sweet dreams?" her mother inquired, briefly pausing her humming to question her daughter before resuming. Mila smiled and nodded slowly, knowing her mother had seen from the soft, contented sigh she gave.<br/><br/>A worried frown creased her features however, as she thought of what the day might bring. "Mother... What if the lord comes to take one of us away today? I don't want to lose Casey or Lily.. I know I am of no use to him because I'm blind... but if I could, I would gladly take their place.." Mila fretted out loud. Suddenly the air stilled, she knew that was because her mother had stopped cooking to turn and look at her. "Mila Raine Ducan. Your blindness does not make you a burden. Any man would be lucky to have such a sweet girl like yourself. I haven't an idea whom the lord will choose...  But don't for a second think that you are any less precious to your father and I as your two sisters," she scolded and reminded gently, the way only a mother can.<br/><br/>Mila's lips formed a straight line as she fell into a serious state of mind, only acknowledging her mother with a nod before standing. Her father would return soon, but she felt the need for a walk before the day truly began. Stepping out of their small hut, Mila stretched her arms above her head, causing her body hugging shirt to rise up on her smooth, slim belly. It fell back into place, covering her flawless, fair skin again as she lowered her arms and stepped out onto the dirt road that led through their village. She could feel the sun warmed dirt on the bottom of her bare feet as she followed it out to the edge of the forest but didn't enter. Listening to the sounds of the forest and feeling the cold air flow from the shaded area, a heavy sigh left her. Mila sometimes wished for her sight, but she refused to let herself wallow in self-pity.<br/><br/>Instead she turned her thoughts to the lord, whom she had heard so many dark things about. The road she stood on was the only one that led in and out of the village, but she knew hardly anyone ever visited here. There wouldn't be a point, there was nothing to steal or to be entertained with here. The lord hardly gave his people anything, many of the villagers just barely managed to make it by with what little they had. A small scowl creased her pretty features and she gave a soft huff of frustration, she didn't understand how someone could act like that but she didn't judge him. She knew all to well how it felt to be judged. Finding a place to sit in the tall, soft grass, Mila ran her fingers over the top of the high grass and smiled as it tickled her hand in the breeze.