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The clicks the bird made confused Juliet, she had never heard a bird make such sounds. What did they mean? The girl watched her companion as she moved almost away from the creature, no longer touching him. Again she moved her eyes to Fawkes then she understood, he was going to sleep. She watched as his eyes closed and how his movements completely ceased, So he di not leave the wolf’s side.
Her eyes moved to her companion, the girl’s ears perking lightly at the woman’s words. She could not see, how can she not see? She wanted to move closer but she was afraid, afraid that Fawkes would wake up and his good mood towards her would be ruined. Juliet’s head tilted in confusion as she just stared at the gray woman before her, how could one not see? Was it like having your eyes closed? She just could not understand blind people, she knew that some here blind but being unable to see was just unfathomable.
”Were you born blind? I think I would rather be born blind then you could never miss your sight.” She stated again not trying to be rude, she was thinking about how she would feel to be blind. To never see Lorenzo, her family, or to never see her flowers again. Shaking her head she tried to clear the horrid thoughts of becoming blind and focused on her friend, she hoped for her sake that she was born blind. That would be better, to have never known the look of the world. Better than seeing it and losing it.
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