He heard her voice and a wave of overwhelming confusion gripped him. Milky white eyes looked over to her and he could swear he could see again. At least see her. Beautiful lavender eyes, shadowed by a mask only to be highlighted by streaks of white that would make the stars go out in shame. Desperately he held onto that image, a moment of sight he did not even know if he was truly seeing before the world around him fell into darkness again with a blink. His insides still reeling he tried to bring himself back to where he was and what was at hand. He was lost in the fields, and this female, the female the ignited sight, had found him. Blinking to himself, he shook his head, and his body, free of the confusion and the rain. One was just as effective as the other.

Once more Myrhh looked up at her from his place on the ground, his eyes clearly showing the story he did not wish to tell. I… I was thinking. He tried to speak through his onslaught of thoughts. First he could not grasp that for a breath he could see her and only her. Second the beautiful picture fate had handed him was shattered by the cruelty on her voice and coldness in her tones. Eyelids fluttering in his struggle, he got to his feet and shuffled away from her. If anything, it was a good rule to be at least out of easy reach of fangs. He was no fighter, nor was his position any good to actually ‘get away’, but he hoped if he made a clear show that he wanted no trouble she would not give him any. When it stops raining I was going to find my way home. Or hope that home found him. He would have found his way eventually, as soon as the sun rose in the east.