we can't giggle, it's a crime scene

She blinked in surprise as Verity called her curse a thing of beauty. It was a strange and unique thing upon her body, but she was accustomed to wolves seeing it and recalling. Some, for memories of other crystals and other times. Others, for the moment they realised she was a cripplied wolf. One with a deformity that impacted her life, and her ability to pull her fair share.

As Verity posed a suggestion, she frowned - this time in thought. Could something like that work? The glass would have to encompass her eyes entirely. Any cracks that allowed in natural light would bring her pain. And what kind of glass would be dark enough to stop the pain, but allow her to see? She mused on it for a moment. “I can see if anyone back home knows enough about glass” she conceded. “So, what do you like to do, anyway?”


"Speech"