Silvie has a minion!

Verona the Snowflaik

Who - who's there? I don't recognize you. Don't be surprised; I can tell you're there, and you smell... like sandlewood, and curiosity. It isn't a smell I know. So, who are you? Ah, a detective. Well, I suppose I should've known it was something extraordinary that brought you here; I don't have very many visitors. I unnerve most people. Well, sit down, then. I can't imagine you're comfortable there, by the fireplace. Tell me a little bit about this murder, and I'll do my best to help you - that is, if a blind woman's information could at all be useful to you.

Oh, it isn't a recent murder you're investigating? ...So this is about Katheryn, then. Yes... we were friends. I went to her for help when I was very young, and while she could not cure my blindness, she helped me to accept it. She was like a mother to me, if you could believe that; although she was the same age as my husband, she was so wise. She helped me find myself.

I assume my husband told you to watch yourself around me, not to offend me. He thinks I'm so fragile, but I'm stronger than I look, I can assure you. I've learned to think in shades of light; the world thrums before my eyes and dims as the day wears on; I discern the passage of time, or the arrival of persons, by the shadows that play across my eyelids. And people. I know each person from another by their smells. There is always something that distinguishes one from another; cigarettes, soap, dirt... perfume... and then, of course, there are the sounds. Some people clear their throats when they're nervous, some sigh, some shuffle their feet. It's easy to notice these things, once you aren't caught up with sight or some other such blunderingly obtuse endeavors.

I'm sorry, I do get lost in thought, sometimes. I wish I could tell you more about Katheryn's death, but I'm afraid I can't. I never saw her body, you understand. You'll want to speak to someone else, if you're set on solving this crime. My advice? It's been ten years. Let sleeping dogs lie. I trust you can find your way out.

{Leave the house}.............................................................. { Owner: Molly } { Art by odduckOasis }