"I..." Omaira, for a moment, felt stunned at his question. It was so unexpected that even she had to think over such an answer to give. Having been born around those whom just accepted her one flaw. She simply smiled a bit. Her attention drifitng to stare aimlessly at... nothing. "Imagine... waking up to the thickest of fogs. Everything in front of you is a mass blurr. Leaving nothing in sight for you to see. And yet, as the sun shines through the world is filled with color. You still can not see what is in front of you. Neither shape or form. But, you can smell what each pigment is there." She looked to the black mass standing there. "Take Anemone. I can not see what she is. But, I see the blackness of her fur."
Anemone nodded. When they'd first met, she too had thought Omaira to be quite odd for a wolf with no sight. How could see colors and not know of what she truly looked like? For awhile it became hard for the fox to get used to. Eventually though, there was nothing anyone could say to change her mind. Oma was indeed a unqiue canine. "Your colors sound quite beautiful. I know not of what I look like. Except for what others have described to me." Mudded water tickled the area between her toes. Their pads sinking into the surface as a thought crossed her mind. "It does not stop me. I have learned how to use my other senses to survive and fight. Anemone just so happened to be an extra set of eyes for me." And, she dared not feel bad about that. There was nothing wrong with needing a bit of help every now and again.
Feeling as if she spoke enough, her lips remained sealed. One thing about Omaira, if one gave her the opportunity to talk, she'd do so without hesitation.
"Speech"~Think~"Companion"
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