Just a walk....maybe? (o)

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A soft yet pursistant ‘tick tick’ followed the woman as she walked along the side walk. The red and white stick in her right hand swayed left and right, clicking against the ground once before moving back the other way. Though the shaft was just an accessory Cyran really did not need it. It just helped everyone else to know to stay out of her way. Colored outlines of people danced in front of a gray and dismal background in her eyes.

Legally she was blind, all the doctors would swear up and down. But she could see in another way. The energy fields of individuals and the residuals of those energies bouncing off buildings is what she could see. It was an odd way to operate, but it worked for her. She just could not see the distinct details of a face, or a piece of clothing, nor could she read printed ink. All she saw was the general outline think of a silhouette of a person only instead of black multiple different colors depending on the person.

‘Click…..click’ the stick continued its rhythmic adventure. The night was cool, the wind briskly blew across her skin causing the minute hairs to stand up and show Goosebumps. The blonde inhaled deeply, the wind brought with it the smell of the country outside the city and it smelled good. But that was too far of a walk tonight, so she would have to live with a walk around town instead. She was clad in a pair of tightly fitted blue jeans, sneakers, a white camisole and a light blue over jacket that was unzipped. The wind gripped and fluttered the strands of her hair that was cut in a pixie bob, and pale blue eyes stared blankly ahead of her path.

Finally she came to a stop on the corner of a cross walk. The walk way was relatively empty for the time of night that it was. She shrugged off the feeling that maybe it had been a bad idea to go for a walk. But something within her willed her to be outside. But now that she stood still, where to now? She stood there debating. Clenching and unclenching the handle of her walking stick, and gently nibbling upon her bottom lip. A strange feeling had overcome her, and it churned in the pit of her stomach. “Now what?” she whispered quietly.