Klef was told that with age came wisdom. Of course, she never believed in that kind of crap, especially when it was coming from the uncle who had made a career out of making questionable life choices. Right now she was the oldest she had ever been, but also the most confused. Not even algebra had her this stumped. Apparently loss of sight was not of the more unfortunate symptoms of the virus, as there was no other newly blind residents of Manta Carlos that she knew of.
Up until now, it never crossed her that she could be something other than human. Even in Manta Carlos, an island full of different and sometimes more powerful species, she took a bit of pride in being human. In a strange sense, it was all that she had left of home with her uncle who she probably would never see again. But, if she was human, the virus shouldn't have affected her the way that it did, her skin wouldn't have blistered and her eyesight would still be intact. Knowing why she lost her sight may be the key to getting it back.
She wanted answers, but it would be pretty hard to get them. Figuring out what went wrong wasn't something she wanted to go to the doctors for, filling out paper work was going to be hard when she could not read nor write and she didn't want her friend worrying anymore about her than he already was. Which brought her here, the campus's interfaith chapel. Hoping that some divine intervention would occur and give her the answers that she wanted was a bit far fetched, she would know, especially as someone who was not particularly religious, but there was a small possibility that it could, and that was all she needed to go.
It took her fifteen minutes to get there, as in a reasonable proximity to her dorm. Her makeshift cane dragged against the tiled floor of the chapel as she tried to navigate her way to a pew. The chapel felt rather peaceful, despite her having no idea how it looked like. It was so quiet it was hard to tell if there even was anyone else there, of course, there had to be at least one other person there if the chapel was open.
Using what she saw on TV as a reference, she knelt down and clasped her hands together. Usually there should have been of internal monologue going on, but real life was not a Lifetime movie, there was nothing on her mind besides hoping something would happen if she did it long enough. At least the silence was nice. If this was a demon or a spirit she was trying to contact, they would already be out, but it seemed that she would have to do more if she wanted to get anything out of it. She mindlessly mumbled a prayer in her first language in hopes of it accomplishing something.
" Dios te salve, Maria.... Llena eres de gracia...."
@Romi
Up until now, it never crossed her that she could be something other than human. Even in Manta Carlos, an island full of different and sometimes more powerful species, she took a bit of pride in being human. In a strange sense, it was all that she had left of home with her uncle who she probably would never see again. But, if she was human, the virus shouldn't have affected her the way that it did, her skin wouldn't have blistered and her eyesight would still be intact. Knowing why she lost her sight may be the key to getting it back.
She wanted answers, but it would be pretty hard to get them. Figuring out what went wrong wasn't something she wanted to go to the doctors for, filling out paper work was going to be hard when she could not read nor write and she didn't want her friend worrying anymore about her than he already was. Which brought her here, the campus's interfaith chapel. Hoping that some divine intervention would occur and give her the answers that she wanted was a bit far fetched, she would know, especially as someone who was not particularly religious, but there was a small possibility that it could, and that was all she needed to go.
It took her fifteen minutes to get there, as in a reasonable proximity to her dorm. Her makeshift cane dragged against the tiled floor of the chapel as she tried to navigate her way to a pew. The chapel felt rather peaceful, despite her having no idea how it looked like. It was so quiet it was hard to tell if there even was anyone else there, of course, there had to be at least one other person there if the chapel was open.
Using what she saw on TV as a reference, she knelt down and clasped her hands together. Usually there should have been of internal monologue going on, but real life was not a Lifetime movie, there was nothing on her mind besides hoping something would happen if she did it long enough. At least the silence was nice. If this was a demon or a spirit she was trying to contact, they would already be out, but it seemed that she would have to do more if she wanted to get anything out of it. She mindlessly mumbled a prayer in her first language in hopes of it accomplishing something.
" Dios te salve, Maria.... Llena eres de gracia...."
@Romi
