<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/chick_with_eagle_by_aozorize-d43x7ps-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Issa Chu<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Not too far away from the Gate Camp, headed West.<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her blindness made her more sensitive to what most others took for granted; smells, sounds, tastes and even energies that emanated from every living thing, but it didn't take hypersensitivity for her to know that Anders was a poor environment for most living things.  From the moment she stepped in to the Gate Camp she could already sense the disorder and the fragility of it all. But she found it hard to find the same sort of solace in the woods inside Anders that she found out in the true wilderness.<br/>The area between the camps were strange. Laced in with the smell of wet dew and grass was the stench of corruption and decay.  While this smell was prominent everywhere, it seemed stronger inside Anders' walls rather than outside. Perhaps it was because this place was closed up, sealing both the humans and evil in such a small space.<br/><br/>Issa had stayed in the Gate Camp thinking she could help a few of the people there, but she had grown tired of the hopelessness people felt and the noisy concrete boxes people confined themselves in. There was also constant judgment and prejudice. Many people that saw her, a thin, blind young woman in a mud caked dress dismissed her and her aid, claiming she probably would not be able to take care of herself, much less others.  The normal punishment for such rudeness was usually a small and subtle smack of her staff, but in a fit of frustration she gave the last arrogant fool just a tiny curse to give him a nasty case of lice. (Despite Data's disproving looks Issa only regretted it a little) Before she knew it the soles of her feet ached to feel the cool, soft earth.<br/><br/>Now Issa walked down a narrow pathway with her heavy staff in hand, her bare feet absorbing every sensation the earth had to offer her.  It was not a commonly used path, at least not by humans.  It smelt more like deer and other animals. The sound of Data's strong wings pushing against the air above her soothed her nerves.  The further she got from the noise of the camp, the more her head cleared.  Issa could breath again.<br/>The air was cold, but welcome. She took in a deep, deep breath, and listened to the breeze.<br/>Issa opened her eyes and looked up at the trees. Her milky gray eyes did not see the trees as they did when she was a child, their forms were that of fire, powerful energies full of life and rigid determination. Even the earth under her feet rippled with a quiet energy. Data's wisp-like shape fluttered amongst the hard trees. Her eyes followed him as he turned back to her.<br/><br/>Issa stopped walking and allowed Data to perch on her shoulder.<br/><strong>"Do you feel that?"</strong>Issa asked her companion. There was a pull, the same feeling she had before she left her caravan. Until now she did not know what exactly was guiding her, but she had learned to trust it. It was like a string tied to her chest that tugged and tugged at her, it led her to people in need and to safety many times.<strong>"Let's go this way."</strong>She whispered, pointing her staff westward. Data simply looked at her then away. He had seen no immediate danger and was feeling lazy.<br/>Issa marched on through her darkness with quiet and precise steps.