"Wraithvine? Yes I knew hir. Met 'em when I was a little. My favorite memory? Fixed my eyes so I got to see a rainbow." -- Anon Guest
Red-rash had taken my sight, but I had learned from the bats. I couldn't squeak as high as they could, but I could click. It took me a while, but I became used to a world of echoes. On noisy market days, I used the stick. People either tried to rob me or tried to give me money on those days.
They think 'disabled' means 'stupid' or 'incapable'. They think wrong.
I've tripped many an aspiring thief in order to recover my things. And told many a charitable soul that their money didn't pay off their pity. I've even had many frauds attempt to restore my eyesight. Only one such offer was true to their words.
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