two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl++

[Kaze.]

so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell.

The world was made of nothing.
Swathes of inky black shrouded her vision, plunging her into a depthless sea of darkness. Sparks of electricity seemed to alight in her gaze; magnificent blues and reds that pulsed with energy. She was accustomed to this; especially when the surrounding area was glowing with the warmth of the sun. The fair headed elf could hear, of course, and much better than any human, but it seemed as if she would trade anything in the world for sight. Lately she had found herself craving it, craving the rich colors of a sunset or the soft, pastel hues of a flower's petal. Her gentle footsteps alighted on the ground with feather-like delicacy, while her dear friend lay quiet footfalls to the ground behind her as the two made their way down the cobble stone road. Ari hung a few paces behind, his sharp auburn gaze watching the shadows of the surrounding forest with hawk-like precision.

Kyara was singing to herself, her childishly high voice humming out a sweet carol that danced and leaped in the cooling breeze. It was a lullaby her mother used to sing to her in the form of the Elven language; soft trills and rolls of the tongue contributed to the exotic nature of the melody, and delighted with the tune, she began to dance. Her small feet, barefoot on the rocks of the large road, began to swing in motion with the song, her dress jostling with the momentum. A rumbling growl rose in Ari's chest, and he spoke out to her in a rather annoyed voice. Kyara! Slow down, you're going to get yourself killed. The soft tone resounded in her mind, sounding hardly mad at all. With his elegant and rather sonorous way of speech, he rarely ever even sounded perturbed. The small elf let out a mirthful giggle.

"You worry to much, Arriekins! Calm down, I'll be fine. It's not like I'm blind or anything." Her joking quip made him scoff. His many tails whipped and churned behind him in annoyance, but the fox did not reply. Although he hated the nickname, he couldn't help but feel complete when she was around. Her friendly demeanor was infectious, and would often spread to the small kitsune in the form of cheered smiles and mirthful laughs. As the pair approached the city, Ari quickened his pace, following by Kyara's side with a clipped trot. Her hand gently alighted on his snowy white fur as he guided her into the bustling streets. The vibrations boomed in her skull, from the bellowing of a local merchant attempting to attract buyers to the laughing of children as they ran about the town on quick legs.

Kyara could easily visualize the place; there was a large stand to her right in which she was passing, surrounded by people as they gazed upon the wares. She could hear, or rather feel through the ground, the beings as they went about their daily lives. This was why she refused to wear shoes; she could thoughtlessly decipher the thrumming of the ground beneath her toes, and after years of experience, was remarkably adept at envisioning the surrounding area within her intelligent mind.

The main reason the two had ventured into the town was for some form of food. Kyara had a feeling that the small fox-like creature was close to starving, though his thick, unmarked coat covered any ribs that happened to be showing. He had somehow produced a couple of coins after preforming a "job" in which the girl had no knowledge of. He was quite the mysterious little thing, and had refused to tell Kyara of his past. This was fine with her at any rate. Opting to bypass the crowds, she wandered between structures, into the cool, shadowed alleys. Immediately the sounds of the busy streets fell away, and she rubbed her long, delicate ears in relief.